In class activity

my bare feet sink into the soft moist soil of the path. Its early morning, and the orange sunlight trickles through the forest's branches. The path is more of a trail really, over roots and rocks. I find a rusted key near some wild violets. It must be copper, since metal is brown and green from oxidation in the outdoors. I wipe the dirt off the emblem. Nearby I spot a wooden cup, hidden in a hollow of a tree. Its carved from a dark mohagany wood, and smells of cinnamon. I take my findings and continue down the path, eager to find more treasures. Not long I come to a fallen tree that blocks my path. It's long roots now reaching out into the morning air.It must have fallen in a storm, I think to myself, although not too long ago since its leaves are still alive and green. I climb through the horizontal tree, ducking twigs and climbing over the trunk. As soon as I emerge from the branches I realize I'm standing in front of a large tree that must have been as wide as a car. A small thatched door made of boughs and clay. as I look up at the tree I realize it must be hollow since a little clay chimney emitted from the side. Looking around, there was a fire pit and an ancient stonewall, probabley from colonial times.As I extend my gaze past the stonewall, a stronger light streams through the trees: a clearing is ahead. Curious to see where this strange abode neighbors by, I walk towards the thinning trees. I reach the end of the forest I realize the expanse is a drop to a valley below. From this height I can see across the many foothills of the Berkshires, all aflame with the hues of New England Autumn. The air is more crisp out of the trees, less earthy but still as vibrant. I could sense the moisture in the air and predicted a snowfall soon.