The forest glowed with an incandescent light that could have been easily mistaken for an external source, but the fireflies were the cause. They buzzed their wings and sunned themselves in the last dying light of the sun, turning the forest into something ethereal to behold. The trees were green and the flowers bloomed fiercely as the wind carried their fragrance far and wide.
The forest was home to many creatures, both small and big. They were usually seen in the large strong branches of the trees or amidst their many roots. At this time, they were alive with the rich sounds of different insects and animals vying for who was the loudest.
They were a monument to the rise and fall of the orchestra being played, for free inside it. The crickets cricked, cicadas whistled and the frogs croa
