A descriptive I wrote while I was practicing for my IGCSE exams. Enjoy!
Argh! With one last growl of effort, I pushed aside the
thick leafy branch that struck out into my face, and leapt out onto the last
brown branch of the tree, the zenith of my arduous climb. I did it!
I have scaled Old Gaia, the tallest conifer, evergreen
call it, in our lush, springtime neighborhood. Joy bubbled in me like an
effervescent potion.
I was standing with closed eyes, with one leg upon the
topmost, spindly branch of the corner and another leg and hang hugging the
central bark sideways. However, the first thing that struck me was the ominous,
deafening silence as my heart hammered in my eardrums. The unnerving silence
turned liquid, seeped into me and stopped all the reaction in my body, making
me feel weightless for a split second.
Soon, as my huffing and panting dies and my heart began beating
at its regular pace, I fluttered open my eyes...to a Picasso painting of sorts,
a fantastical work of art by Dali perhaps, depicting his dreams. Before me laid
a wide stretch of lush green below and a beautiful mixture of scarlet cerulean
and orange above.
Above, the heavens seemed as if the angels had
accidentally split buckets of paint and happened to taint the cerulean sky with
the glorious, resplendent colours of the sunset: scarlet, azure, orange and pink.
The shades merged into each other to form other nuances in the colour palette
that no man can achieve. Among the beautiful frenzy of colours, fluffy white
clouds loitered about the sky aimlessly, like cotton dabbed in a box of paint. However,
the most magnificent of all was the large, orange ball of fire far out into the
void, dipping into the Earth behind a row of apple trees. The sun, the object
around which our entire existence revolved, without which we wouldn’t have the
option of even considering the statement ‘to be or not to be’ shone as bright
as ever as its golden rays caressed the ravaged Earth to wholeness. The sky
simply exploded with the gaudy colours of pastels, vivacious and alive. A flock
of birds flew past me overhead, their wings held a lot by a cooling sigh of
wind.
The masterpiece below was a separate entity of beauty. A
lush green carpet sheathed the ground, glistening in the evening rain. The
sheep were a reflection of the clouds above – white fluffs wandering aimlessly
in a sea of green. A clique of ten boys tackled a single ballm while their
endless chatter, squeals of delight and shouts of victory was scattered by the
wind. The landscape was dotted with random humans doing what is necessary to
close the day by tying its loose ends together. Some distance away,
interminable serpents of smoke began snaking their way out of the sea of red
roofs to the west as people prepared for the chilly night to creep up on them.
However, from my vantage point, I knew I was the Queen
and Protector of all I survey – the heaven, the sun and the hinterlands belong
to me!
From here, I knew I was both invisible and invincible.
14th September 2015
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