Writing practice: Story forest description
Sunlight filtered through the teardrop-shaped, green leaves casting dappled shadows on the dirty soil beneath. Only here and there did a fern of any size dot the ground. The ground felt squishy and damp, particularly since it had rained recently. Leaves and decaying wood lay were scattered across the ground. The air was crisp with the freshness of morning. Droplets clung to every leaf and blade of sparse grass. It was a sight to behold.