Mrs. S Aiken
English 1101 – descriptive paragraph
August 25, 2009
"Spring"
The early morning dew sits heavily on the blades of dark green grass, weighing down its delicate stem. A glossy drop slowly slides down the leaflet, making its way toward the soil. The bright, blinding sun leisurely rises above the horizon, casting welcoming shadows upon the earth. A light fog hovers gently just above the foliage as the sunlight penetrates its almost transparent existence. The flowers, which seem to be placed at random in the wide meadow, begin to blossom. Their vibrant pedals hesitantly open, allowing the sunlight to display their beauty to the world. A couple, early-rising bees sporadically glide around the flora, searching for the right one to land their fragile legs upon to collect the sweet pollen. In the distance, a few birds can be heard singing their sweet melody, awakening anything that is still in slumber. A lone buck can be seen, silhouetted against bright blue azure, its antlers towering above its refined head as it grazes on the newly sprouted grass. As the sun continues to rise, the cold fog melts away and a feeling of warmth sweeps over the landscape. This is spring.
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