The Prepossessing Sensation

The creek is a flower, gradually blooming into a river.

The waterfall relinquishes like a diver.

Huge boulders lay sleeping as moss grows over them like a soft green blanket.

In the corner of my eye, I distinguish an appealing-looking rabbit.

On the earthy forest floor, a cool stream snakes past the towering trees which stand like silent guards.

This rainforest is delightful looking, you cannot discard it.

The waterfall is a ballerina, flowing and cascading down the rough rocks.

As the rain starts to commence, the wild, lashing storm is like an animal confined to a cage.

Waterfall flows like a cascade of silk.

The waterfall cascades down like a cup of disemboguing milk.

As the gum trees sway their beauteous branches, with happiness through the air.

What a prepossessing place this is! I stare.

As the waterfall cascades down, the water splashes my skin, it’s a cool, refreshing sensation.

As the river like a snake slithers through the landscape, it awakes me as it touches my skin.

The rain falls like tears from the heavens, each drop a sorrowful remnant of a broken heart.

As the dehydrated rocks touch the cooling water, it awakens the rock from its tranquil sleep.

The water flows down the rocks as it makes a relaxing sensation

Wild, lashing, storming, like an animal confined to a cage,

The fresh, silky water cascades down like a monstrous monster.