The Hawkesbury River View
By Hassan M
Wind swished into our intrigued faces.
The paddock filled with a vast amount of divergent shades of green crops.
Every so and then we would come across patches of crops lighter green then darker or even yellowish.
If you looked forward towards the river you could see substantial weeds covering your view.
We understood that the farmer values the water for his own paddocks of crops.
The jewel-blue river dizzled and splashed while we proceeded across the stream from the river.
We discovered colossal woody trees looming at us.
Vibrant-green grass filled the forestry side.
As we walked passed this average forest out feet made rustling sound from the leafy grass.
The chirping of lovely birds made it a soothing moment.
Green grass created a luscious scent.
Rocky mountains were right after the forest.
The dull ground felt so firm and troubling to walk through because of the scattered small pebbles.
As we talked to each other mimicking echos could be heard.
The beautiful and majestic sunset filled our eyes with inspiration.