It was a cold spring morning, and the small trees lay there still asleep, their tremulous branches covered in small sprinkles of silver frost. The early rising sun made everything shine with beauty and awoke Roger from a long dream.He looked up to notice that the bright stars had left the sky and he concluded that the night was over. He felt very perspicacious at noticing this and decided he was in the mood for a wander in the woods.
Roger headed towards the thin stream that was flowing along the snow-drop covered banks, and the birds sang as they flitted between the tall tree trunks. As he got nearer, he felt apprehension amounting in him, but not in an unpleasant way, beacause he knew he would find her there.
Then, in the distance, the sun reached through the trees, producing long streams of golden light and a beautiful silhouette could be seen in the distance.
And a young fawn stared back into Roger's eyes, which seemed to be overflowing with wonder. He was fascinated by her her dark eyes and her soft brown fur, covered with white marks.
"I always thought it too distant a dream to ever behold her again," Roger thought, "but now I realise that we can never be torn apart."
And they were the two most beautiful fawns that ever lived, as eternity seemed to cover them with the blossom of spring.
Roger headed towards the thin stream that was flowing along the snow-drop covered banks, and the birds sang as they flitted between the tall tree trunks. As he got nearer, he felt apprehension amounting in him, but not in an unpleasant way, beacause he knew he would find her there.
Then, in the distance, the sun reached through the trees, producing long streams of golden light and a beautiful silhouette could be seen in the distance.
And a young fawn stared back into Roger's eyes, which seemed to be overflowing with wonder. He was fascinated by her her dark eyes and her soft brown fur, covered with white marks.
"I always thought it too distant a dream to ever behold her again," Roger thought, "but now I realise that we can never be torn apart."
And they were the two most beautiful fawns that ever lived, as eternity seemed to cover them with the blossom of spring.
Your descriptions are always quite lovely!
ReplyDeleteOverall, it's all very interesting and it's enjoyable to read, but (and this applies to some of your other "works" as well) it always seems as if these are merely small bits taken out of a novel or other. As if you had taken an extract from something that actually had a plot, and that's pretty much what may seem to be lacking (although I'm not an expert and I may be talking absolute nonsense) : a plot.
I shall explain in detail what I mean, but not now.
Other than that, it's very nice