Hear the toppling tumbling trees fall down into the mirroring water. Nature surrounds my close friend as they canoe down the raging river. They stop to look at the green forest. Yellow finches coolly and steadily chirping as their bright beautiful feathers float into the forest wind. I can imagine an alarming avalanche, as the snow mound sails down as if it were screaming at low E. scarring my close friends away. feeling the gratitude of climbing to the top of that dangerous mountain crying for accomplishment, yelling I did it.