Picture in a Paragraph

Example #1

I awoke to a choir of birds, calling from the sky. Following the songs of passing boats carried by the lake, I carelessly bounded down the path. As my feet loudly struck the frosty dirt, I left a path of chalky debris behind. I slowed to a walk as my nose filled with crisp, fresh lake air. I felt content gazing up at the sun shining through the umbrella of birches. Those trees were like a tower, great, and strong. The dock was dewy and overgrown with a rainbow of moss. Soon I reached the edge of the dock and hastily plunged my feet into the lukewarm water. Bringing up ripples and dust. I splashed and sloshed around childishly. My reflection smiled back at me as the water warped and twisted it with the consistent rhythm of the waves. Hawks silently soared in the soft morning air. The low hum of cicadas, the sloshing of waves on the old dock, the call of loons. Music to my ears.

Example #2

While standing on a boat in the middle of the Ocean, I see the waves destructively tearing through the frigid water almost like they go on forever. All the while the water is glistening with the luminescent light of the far away moon acting like a night light for all of the animals as some go to bed and some are just waking up. And when I look in the sky I see the dim, puffy clouds that are sheep reborn in the air. And while I look in the sky at the clouds I see the moon begin its slow descent towards where the sea and sky meet and just when it look like it will slam into the water the moon keeps revolving around the earth and the earth circumvolve around the sun, and then while the boat is just drifting in the water I feel the waves gracefully rocking me to sleep.

Example #3

I carefully take a few more steps and finally reach the top of the hill. A breathtaking scene is spread out before me. In front of me grow enchanting plants in all colours and sizes, covered with tiny magical creatures, all chattering quietly in otherworldly languages, and little green lights drift around peacefully. On another hill there is a majestic, shadowy castle, with thousands of peaks and a bridge leading to another hill. A thick fog pours off the picturesque lavender mountains, down onto the ground below the hills, like a thick white carpet. Above it all, the sky dances with rainbow colours, streaking the fog with green and orange. It reminds me of our world, except for the magical creatures. I would happily stay here forever but it is time to go. I slowly climb down the hill, and continue my walk through the forest, thoughts of the beautiful valley still lingering in my head.

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