My essay is suppose to convey a recognizable feeling through a place. I want to describe a winter timberland that had once been a lively grove, which I hope will convey loss. If anyone could give me some tips then I would be very grateful.
What happens when Eve grieves? Her languishing tears drench the terrain with ivory powder. Her ardent eyes diminish to adamant bleak orbs. Her garden, a once fruitful effervescent sanctuary, shifts to a frigid barren wasteland.
A shee of sleet seizes the wintry grove. Her tears grace the land without a known cause. The ghastly overlay might seem placid to anyone that strolls by, but no one dares to venture in a place that has no living creature. Pawprints never appear in the forest. Eve will not permit a breathing beast in her past haven.
Above the pallid veneer of snow, settles a string of ebony willows. Their sweeping branches do not sprout the brave jade shaded leaves. Eve cannot maintain the tranquality of foilage when she still mourns. A pait of knotty roots arise from the alabaster ice sheet to contort around another onyx base. The roots constricts the wooden base as though the roots are a boa coiling around its prey.
In the past, the willows have been artfully placed in their positions, but now they are in a disarray. The plants settle so close to each other that they lack the space to expan their empire. Eve feels no desire to correct the placement. Her alluring shelther now amounts to nothing.
What happens when Eve grieves? Her languishing tears drench the terrain with ivory powder. Her ardent eyes diminish to adamant bleak orbs. Her garden, a once fruitful effervescent sanctuary, shifts to a frigid barren wasteland.
A shee of sleet seizes the wintry grove. Her tears grace the land without a known cause. The ghastly overlay might seem placid to anyone that strolls by, but no one dares to venture in a place that has no living creature. Pawprints never appear in the forest. Eve will not permit a breathing beast in her past haven.
Above the pallid veneer of snow, settles a string of ebony willows. Their sweeping branches do not sprout the brave jade shaded leaves. Eve cannot maintain the tranquality of foilage when she still mourns. A pait of knotty roots arise from the alabaster ice sheet to contort around another onyx base. The roots constricts the wooden base as though the roots are a boa coiling around its prey.
In the past, the willows have been artfully placed in their positions, but now they are in a disarray. The plants settle so close to each other that they lack the space to expan their empire. Eve feels no desire to correct the placement. Her alluring shelther now amounts to nothing.