She had always been captivated by the forest and all of its leaves. The towering and wise trees were mesmerizing, enchanting, bewitching. The air was sweet and rich. Once the trees encircled you, a sudden peacefulness overcomes you. Everything becomes ethereal and it was infatuating.

All she wanted was to be in the forest, to breathe the intoxicating air and sit amongst the friendly and inviting trees. She longed to sit upon a fallen tree that overlooked a small brook. The brook flowed over mossy stones and pebbles, and it was covered in fallen leaves and branches that had gone astray. The brook babbled and gurgled as it twisted through the woods.

Sitting on a log, she pulled out a book and began to read. Tranquil noises surrounded her and the sun overhead had disappeared behind the passing clouds. The leaves around her were all different shades of green. The color of the rough bark was a deep, earthy brown and was mossy and soft in places because of moisture. Birds would intermittently chirp and converse with each other, and every so often an insect would crawl or fly past her. All sorts of brush and growth flourished in this wood. The hazy blue sky peeked through the many branches above, and the stars at nightfall blinked faintly through the trees. If rain ever fell, the trees sheltered her. When it was hot, the trees provided shade. When it was cold, being around them warmed her up. The forest and all of its green made her feel safe. The trees were her friends, her guardians, and her love. Green felt like home to her. Green felt like peace. She was smitten and overly attached with it. The color of the forest was like a melody in her heart and it flushed through her body. It was forest green.