Snow
I look out the window, and the snow covers the grass like a dense blanket. The grass is being suffocated, as it lays beneath the wet, thick, heavy snow. Then however, a glimmer of hope, as the rain plummets down, crashing into the snow, as the snow melts in the moist warm air. When I wake up, and see the snow, all gone. Finally, the green grass is breathing, free from the suffocating snow, soaking up the sun. However this won’t last, as a fresh thin layer of pure white snow covers the ground over night, making the grass shiver with fear. The grass grasps for its last gulp of air, praying that this is just some nightmare, but it is to no avail as they get blinded by the stunning snow. All hope is lost for another 2 and a half months, as more snow piles on time after time.
This Paragraph or poem states almost that you hate the snow. Do you hate the snow.
ReplyDeleteI like how you described every single detail of this peice. Nice Job.
ReplyDeleteI like it but I hate it. I like it when I can go sledding and that stuff and it's cool for the first weeks but then it just gets annoying because it's hard to play basketball.
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