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Descriptive setting of trees (In my opinion anyway)


DESCRIPTIVE SETTING OF TREES
    Silently and slowly the sun fell bleeding into the horizon. The sky burned red then the ash settled as a darkness – a darkness that covered the world that it looked down upon.
    From the Night came a shrill cry and a cold wind stirred the autumn leaves. Silence loomed once more, then there was eerie groan followed by the crumbling of leaves.
    The shallow, dim light of the little lamp revealed a black-haired boy from the darkness. In his hand, he held another: smaller than himself. Their clothes stained in the brightest red and a glint of vicious metal shone in the little one’s chest…
    Black paint was smeared unevenly on the bench as if crafted by a child’s hands; on this, boy gently placed his friend. Guilt hid his face from which fell little droplets of sadness.
    On the bench, there was a face that contrasted his own. Although the life was leaving his chest, he showed a forgiving smile on his sweet face. With each painful breath, soft smoke rose from his lips: his train of life was coming to an end. As a final action, he raised his hand to the dark boy (he wished for a truce, yet no proper words could form in his lips) and he [the one standing] went to accept, but it was too late; the train stopped; his
                                                      hand
                                                             fell
                                                                  away.