Communication 
1 Comment Descriptive Writing Coursework:
The good and nice side of the countryside
Waking up looking at the ceiling in the old, freezing and dark room, creeping myself out of this great bed. I stand and open the curtains opposite the room, the sun light aiming over the horizon and blinds me, I regain my vision the room is lit up, it doesn’t seem so bad anymore. i look out of the window upon the fields of grass, the flocks of sheep, the herds of cows, the horse galloping on acres and acres of land. it leaves you feeling free and able to go anywhere you want, no one’s going to stop you. such a view with such simplicity only two colours, blue and green. the fields kept going until the eye could see, the depth of life just went on and on. People are not seen, it’s left alone.
The Wonders, the Colours, the Power, the Beauty, the Mystery, the Purity, the Flowers, the Plants, this is Nature, the Great, the Brilliant, Nature.
Ohh no now the sun sinks down through to the dark side of the sky. i’m back to nothing, there’s nowhere to go, but everywhere to hid. you can’t see much further in front of you now darkness has descended upon us. All that i can see is the sprinkle of glitter illuminating the night sky that’s the only thing with me. I’m not free anymore there’s nowhere to go now, im locked alone in a Dark, Abysmal, Little world. This place doesn’t seem so nice anymore. Is nature so great? im not so sure now. Back to bed in my Old, Dark, Freezing room