In back of Duthil, the woods grew close to the village.

As the sun sank lower in the sky, the woods grew darker.

She nodded as the woods grew still around them.

Cut out the dead wood so that the young new wood can grow and develop.

"I thought a wood had grown up around the house," said Robert.

Long blue shadows stretch across the lake, and the woods grow dark.

Here at the top, the woods grew to the boundaries of a flat black field.

"How close to the town do the woods grow?"

For the most part not the "dead wood," but rather people who had grown disenchanted with the system and saw an opportunity to move on.

But he saw that, a kilometer hence, a wood grew.