I took a step.
Beams of light blinded my eyes as the dense foliage above me turned into ochre as they descended from the autumnal boughs of the sycamore tree. The trees aligned themselves in front of me and began to undress themselves as their leaves pirouetted gracefully towards the ground. The gentle wind fanned my skin as it rushed to hug my legs, acting like a magnet to the hairs of my face. The dewy smell of yesterday’s rain embraced the grass; the leaves kissed the soles of my feet as a warm welcome into the untouched Garden of Eden crafted by the benevolent hands of God.
The tranquillity, the serenity, the harmony.
The soft tissue of my palm ran over the deep grooves set into the fibrous surface of the sycamore bark; the tingling sensation sent tickles sneaking up my hand from my wrist to my fingertips. The landscape was draped in shades of green and tinted with blue. It was as though I was in the eye of God- the tree its pupil and the verdant greenery its irises. …show more content…
From the ethereal sensation resounding through me, goose bumps sprung upon my skin and the fine hairs on my arms stood up to attention, listening intently for a sound that came from the most striking of exotic birds to have ever been seen. The orange masterpiece engulfed the irises’ of my eyes with its subtle red and yellow strokes that washed into each other like water paints.
The exquisite beauty evoked from this artwork was such that not even the most competent artist could ever recreated such beauty on a canvas. Most noticeable were the oceanic eyes which bore a naturalistic wilderness behind the depths of calm. Delicately, the distinctive toucan opened its wings like a parasol and flew away.
I held myself back from taking the next
Beams of light blinded my eyes as the dense foliage above me turned into ochre as they descended from the autumnal boughs of the sycamore tree. The trees aligned themselves in front of me and began to undress themselves as their leaves pirouetted gracefully towards the ground. The gentle wind fanned my skin as it rushed to hug my legs, acting like a magnet to the hairs of my face. The dewy smell of yesterday’s rain embraced the grass; the leaves kissed the soles of my feet as a warm welcome into the untouched Garden of Eden crafted by the benevolent hands of God.
The tranquillity, the serenity, the harmony.
The soft tissue of my palm ran over the deep grooves set into the fibrous surface of the sycamore bark; the tingling sensation sent tickles sneaking up my hand from my wrist to my fingertips. The landscape was draped in shades of green and tinted with blue. It was as though I was in the eye of God- the tree its pupil and the verdant greenery its irises. …show more content…
From the ethereal sensation resounding through me, goose bumps sprung upon my skin and the fine hairs on my arms stood up to attention, listening intently for a sound that came from the most striking of exotic birds to have ever been seen. The orange masterpiece engulfed the irises’ of my eyes with its subtle red and yellow strokes that washed into each other like water paints.
The exquisite beauty evoked from this artwork was such that not even the most competent artist could ever recreated such beauty on a canvas. Most noticeable were the oceanic eyes which bore a naturalistic wilderness behind the depths of calm. Delicately, the distinctive toucan opened its wings like a parasol and flew away.
I held myself back from taking the next