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Sub-Galleries 20
Best of Trees - Photography Contest
109
Best of Traditional Trees Contest
72
Trees in the City Contest
68
Autumn Colors Contest
204
Lonesome Tree Contest
133
Green Themed Contest
166
Blossoming Branches Contest
203
Contest - Winter Wonderland
367
Literature
Autumnal Woodlands
Violent winds rush through the dark wood,
I feel
The leave-strewn soil is bitter cold.
Colourful leaves lend wings to fantasy,
I look around
Orange and yellow blend in comfortable harmony.
Thick beech trunks are ivy-clad,
I see
The green protects them against frost, snow and rain.
Through the forest echoes a mysterious melody,
I listen
Rustling and creaking form a symphony.
Huge clouds move across the land,
I revel
A sunbeam penetrates energetically the dull wall.
The fresh and cool air is heavenly,
I breathe deep
I stay and enjoy the pure scent of the autumnal wood.
Autumn Melancholy
299
Night Dreams Contest
82
The Sky is the Limit
143
Forest Paths
166
Frost and Ice Contest
118
Twisted Trees Contest
96
Spring Contest Awakening
83
Christmas and Holiday Trees
74
Fall Colors Contest
263
Trees in Silhouette
107
Snowy Trees
97
Willow Tree Contest
18
Contest Archives
Autumn Melancholy 299
Autumnal Woodlands by Malintra-Shadowmoon, literature
Literature
Autumnal Woodlands
Violent winds rush through the dark wood,
I feel
The leave-strewn soil is bitter cold.
Colourful leaves lend wings to fantasy,
I look around
Orange and yellow blend in comfortable harmony.
Thick beech trunks are ivy-clad,
I see
The green protects them against frost, snow and rain.
Through the forest echoes a mysterious melody,
I listen
Rustling and creaking form a symphony.
Huge clouds move across the land,
I revel
A sunbeam penetrates energetically the dull wall.
The fresh and cool air is heavenly,
I breathe deep
I stay and enjoy the pure scent of the autumnal wood.
Last Thoughts in a Colorless World by EvelynTaliette, literature
Literature
Last Thoughts in a Colorless World
A young girl walks down a weathered path strewn with curled leaves, a canvas of criss-crossed dead branches halfheartedly cover the sky overhead. A rough black cloak coversher fragile shoulders, along with a hood that shields half of her ghostly white face- all you can see are her pale pink lips that silently whisper words to an unheard song. Her bare feet stand strong beneath the whipping fabric, caught by the wind.
Everyone had begged for her to stay, but its too late now. She always knew she must go, for the strong must survive.
The forest seems to swallow her up, pulling her deeper into the mass of fallen leaves with each step of her da