It was a pleasant day in the bucolic. To the left was the shinning sun and to the right a serene breeze was coming from across the pond. I was standing in the middle of the grass next to it smiling as I watched the ducks play about in the water. At the present time nobody was around except for the ducks or so I believed. In front of me was the little bungalow where I lived and behind it was the woods. As can be seen the scenery is always fetching. All things considered it was a place where nothing wicked could ever
It was a short drive to the hotel, and the scenery was pretty cool, but I was really waiting for arrival time. I couldn't wait to see the hotel, and I had no clue what to expect. I eyes drifted out the window at all the tall trees on the hilly landscape. The trees filled the hill, and there was on sight of the forest floor. Birds of all sizes flew in and out of the forest, keeping a person looking at them and their home forever. But then the landscape began to change.
There were French doors on the wall opposite me leading out to the patio. A chain of roses surrounded the doorway, creating a beautiful ambiance. There was a king-sized bed perched up against the wall, with the white sheets neatly made. The wooden floor shone beneath me, unlike the splintered wood floor upstairs.
When the three friends looked up they were shocked to what they were seeing. The air is sweet and crisp and a gorgeous flower meadow covered the top of the mountain. The three of them were surprised, it is actually real. In the middle of the meadow was a shack, big enough for one person.
I made my way to my aunt’s house. Her home smelled of fresh cut pine, and she offered me a cup of coffee with a cinnamon stick in it. I accepted, and we went to the kitchen table and discussed our week. As she talked, I looked out her kitchen table. A small oak grew in the front yard. Snow capped the birdfeeder beside her bird bath.
It brimmed with morning air outside the Crufty family home. The Magpies were squawking on the broken power line, and winds of autumn made the grass flutter. The clouds kept the Sun rays hidden from sight, but left them a dim
I closed my eyes and all around me I could hear birds whistling, chirping, and cooing as the air rustled the leaves around me. I could an earthy and woody and smell from the grass and trees around me from the small gusts of wind. I imagined my self
Time went by swiftly just as the leaves turned from green to red, the neighborhood was always quiet during the days and afternoons. Only at night is when it was normal for the families to argue, it only lasted few minutes before it was quiet again. The quietest
When we arrived at my grandparents, the house, like always left me speechless. A tall three story house with roses and poppies arising from the lawn, chickens softly peeping and succulent fruiting trees. The smell of the house reminded me of the summers, I used
You sighed as the wind blew through your skirts, your back resting against the trunk of a large elm. Each day after school you would sit under the tree and or sketch or write or do your homework. You might watch the sunset or pet a stray cat that happened to be passing by. But you enjoyed this time to be alone, to collect your thoughts, and to observe the natural world around you.
A ways away from a town that I call home, I found a happy place. I often find myself walking through the park by myself. The beautiful trees, the way the yellow and red leaves crumple under my feet every step I take. When the flowers bloom and how it's the most spectacular sight you could ever imagine seeing, all the different colors that appear. When you breathe in and you get this smell of purity, you feel free and alive. Sometimes I like to sit on the old wooden bench where the bench frame is a little rusted, and I get rid of my thoughts and my eyes search the sky. In the winter the icy breeze makes me shiver, and the cold air I take in, is like sitting in front of an air conditioner and breathing in. Some mornings the sun beams across the sky, which is not quite blue yet, but the sun has almost fully risen. When the wind blows, it grazes over the blades of grass. Some days I just stand and take a deep breath in and I can taste the spring. When summer comes around, and the bees are buzzing, and the hot sun beats on the back of my neck, I lay on the soft grass and listen, to the birds chirping a beautiful song, and the kids playing in the park. The sky is the bluest view in sight.
The grass was soft and green, reserved for those who wanted to lie down or sit. A sweet aroma of flowers overflowed near by like s shinning light, but was hidden by the untrimmed bushes and wildly growing trees. Up above me was the beautiful, high noon blue sky spotted with fluffy, white clouds and airplanes flying by. I emerged into the parking lot and stopped happily as a squirrel under a tree. Hesitating to proceed anywhere further I took a few
I am surrounded by the splendor of the nature. On a moderately sunny morning, birds are peeping while sitting on the gigantic mature tree in the park. The stream of water rising from the fountain is crafting a magical melody. The mesmerizing winds have imprisoned everyone’s attention. The bright colorful flowers are depicting the charms of their juvenile. Different pleasant sounds in the environment are contributing to the concerto of nature. Leaves rustling in the cool breeze are an amazing part of the environment. A young couple sitting on the bench beside the fountain is relishing the pleasant sight.
I lived in a place where i didn’t need any alarm clocks for me to wake up; you could hear my neighbor’s cow mooing, birds chirping, and sound of bell ringing which was tied on a calf; running around like its Fourth of July. As i approach the door of my home, you could smell the cow dung; moreover a delighting smell of a burning incense. In the Summer, there is nothing more elegant
Mrs. Johnson awoke on a beautiful morning. She then looked out her apartment window she then recognized that some birds were flying outside her apartment window she also observed that the sun was up. She then decided to get up and get ready to go. She suddenly got up and started getting ready for her day. Before long she rushed out the door, and started walking downtown.
We directly went to the wheat field, the wheat is shining under the sun. We I was standing in the wheat field and started to look around everything turn to golden, a golden world. The wheat is like the ocean wave when the wind begins to blow. Where is the “grass house”? A group of my age people walked to me, I thought they were kind of funny and ignorant by how they talk and what they are wearing. Mom noticed that and says “Never judge anything just from the outside part. They can be your friends if you want to.They are all very good children.” I didn’t know what to answer her, I left them really quick. Then I went to the “grass house” just wanted to see what it looks like now.