The bush is left from centuries ago, to gloom the frozen place, divulging no sign of life. Fresh, rustic pine brushes on by to the long deserted plains, slowly draining to never relive. Trees are staunch and dance in the wind, jumping when the snow is near. Sleep is only little away. Soft, smooth rocks cover the land, like a lion when he hunts. Jumping rocks stay asleep as no one knows they’re there. Deserted water glimmers like gold to follow the frozen tract. Gushes of laughter cover the water as it flows further with agonised cries cascading the water. Lifeless air covers the sky, following the endless pass. Passing wind swallows the sound. Zachary Adamson
Descriptive Writing
The bush is left from centuries ago, to gloom the frozen place, divulging no sign of life. Fresh, rustic pine brushes on by to the long deserted plains, slowly draining to never relive. Trees are staunch and dance in the wind, jumping when the snow is near. Sleep is only little away. Soft, smooth rocks cover the land, like a lion when he hunts. Jumping rocks stay asleep as no one knows they’re there. Deserted water glimmers like gold to follow the frozen tract. Gushes of laughter cover the water as it flows further with agonised cries cascading the water. Lifeless air covers the sky, following the endless pass. Passing wind swallows the sound.Zachary Adamson