Scenery description of the favourite place in my neighbourhood: Grass hill

The shaft of sunlight infiltrated the neatly planted trees in the condominiums and landed onto the small stretch of greenery, breathing life in to each and every strand of grass and signifying the start of a new day. The senduduk flowers blossomed under the glorious and lively sunlight, the fresh pinkness sparkling with energy like calm and placid waves under the splendid sunlight. Dews that formed in the cold night glisten like crystals under the sun and slowly as the sun rise up higher and higher up into the sky, the dying dews started to evaporate, forming a hazy curtain of water vapour, causing the appearance of the grass hill to seem mysterious.

As the sun inches its way to the blazing sky, the curtain starts to open up under the blazing ball of fire. The weary atmosphere of the grass hill started to brighten up. Bees started buzzing from flower to flower, like the incessant chattering of crickets; long grass extended its elongated shadow across the greenish hill, like a mass of uneven joss sticks; cicadas started to murmur joyfully in a chorus, like the ceaseless lapping of waves.

Everything seemed to get alive under the sun, which is the source of light and heat, and also, the source of energy in nature.