Ensorcelled Trees

Today I went boating with my youth group, Grace High. The river was beautiful, but the trees along its edge looked like something out of someone's imagination. I guess they are, really; they are out of God's. They were only one or two deep, but they were covered in some sort of vine, like ivy. They looked like colossal animals that some sorcerer had turned to leaves many ages ago. There was something about them that was just wondrous.