The breeze swept softly throughout the beachside into the nearby woods. This land had not been touched by man.

The trees had delicate branches sprouting off from the trees and letting their foliage tamper off into the sky.

The woods were a quiet place. Only the sounds of streams running and wet drops of water slipping off the shrubs and ferns.

The splashes as they hit the ground made little specks of sound in the environment they were encased in. The whole forest was wet from the rains that often came and it remained quiet as the land was being awaken.

The sun cut through the horizon from the seaside, to the little island all by itself. Not a human in sight of it, an ancient forest with no harm caused by it by needful hands and destructive thoughts. An Eden onto itself.

As the trees turned their leaves upwards towards the sun, a couple of deer could be spotted in a meadow opening in the woods. They were brown, their black innocent eyes just looking around in quiet silence for any predators.

The winds swept by them, the deer moving on as they felt it call them to new pastures and the few that were there obeyed.

Mother and fawn followed the others in the distance, grazing on the grass and moss that grew up the trees smooth jagged bark.

The sun beat down on the forest as the day drew on. The grass reached up for it, wishing for it to fill them with life and vitality. Some rabbits nibbled away at it. They were brown and wild. Away in the short distance, a red fox spied them, his eyes gazing at the rabbits as he stalked his prey. He was ready to pounce as soon as the opportunity arose.

Birds were tweeting in the trees, brown birds, robins, finches, yellow tits.

Their tweets filled all the sound that the other animals didn't dare add to. Most of them remained quiet, not having the safety of the high trees to protect themselves from predators.

One predator in particular watched from a high cliff top. An alpha wolf. He stared down at his land that he was king of, that no one would dare take off him.

He controlled it all with his pack.

There was his mate, nurturing her young cubs but tired all the same. She needed food. And not just small prey, but large chunks of bloody meat so she could produce the milk that was needed.

He felt her need for him, to honour his role, in his blood, seeing her tired yellow eyes gaze into his alert healthy ones.

He turned away from her and gave a howl into the afternoon sky. It cracked through the sounds and the deer turned their ears up in fear of it.

They knew one of them was to be killed soon.

Death not something any dare wanted. They took little steps on their hooves nervously, joining together in their own herd.

But being herded was something the wolves always planned on them to do.

When the clouds passed over the land, carrying with them light clear rain, a life was taken, thunder being heard erupting throughout the static moist air in the sky.

The sun began to hurry its descent a little quicker as the daylight drew to its close. Shadows fell over the land and the rabbits quickly hurried back to their burrows. A fox held one in his mouth, having succeeded in his hunt from earlier, and was to find a quiet safe place to devour his kill.

The mother wolf had also had her fill for the day, and returned to her cubs, allowing them to suckle on her milk filled heavy nipples.

As darkness fell completely, rain drops poured throughout the region for a timeless hour, until the clouds have been evaporated from the release of their condensed water.

The area was quiet now. The birds had gone to their nests and snuggled in for the night. The foxes to their den, the wolves to their caves. The deer took turns sleeping.

And then the hooting owls began to fill up the night air with their calls to the nocturnal animals to awake.

Mice could be heard scurrying between the branches, the barn owls watching them silently. One swept with perfect precision down onto one poor little woodland mouse, snatching it up and taking it to the heights of its home.

It pulled off its head with its large beak and gobbled the body down. It would soon regurgitate the slimy bones back out into a thick disgusting pellet, not able to digest it fully.

The sky had cleared now, and the full moon was now the sun of the night. It glowed its white luminous light onto the dark land, the stars sprinkled in large clusters across the blackness. They filled every brim of the spacey heavens above, but not an animal dared gaze at its beauty.

The ones awake needed to kill. The ones asleep needed to rest.

There was sounds of the low tide being pulled in and out on the beach that was separated from the greenery by a high mound of sandy dunes. The whales could be heard snorting water out of their blowholes as they swam the quiet waters. The streams could be heard trickling into the sea, making little undercutting running cracks in the dry sand till they found their originally parent, the great ocean.

They would soon repeat their trip, the little water droplets, back into the atmosphere and return to this land, but for now, they soaked up the salt in the wide deep body of the sea, and circulated the planet in the ever going currents underneath the water's skin.

The night moved on, and on and on.

Soon the earth had made its rotation and the sun had begun its ascent back over the land. The call to all that the break of dawn was near was when the first bird sang out a coo coo.

The coo coo birds arriving from Africa after their long voyage across land and sea to this little island of peace.