BLACK FOREST

A short walk through a true black forest. The wet tree trunks looked dark, as dark as ink. A sinister atmosphere, no sounds, no birds, no animals only the dripping raindrops. But then, at the edge of the forest a buzzard was resting on a branch of an oak tree. The darkness of the forest was coming to an end. Although it was clouded, the sky looked bright above the vast plain. Then the buzzard took of and spread its majestic wings. Light at the end of a dark day.