Re: Writing Exercise: Establishing a Setting
Deep in the heart of nature lies a place untouched by the taint of humankind. A place no human has even seen or heard rumors of. A valley locked in by the outstretched peaks of mountains, dusted with snow to give them white caps. The mountains ring around the horizon, providing shelter for the setting sun as well as when it rises. A natural crown made of rock and snow, it protects this land from any outside interference, keeping it a hidden gem from those who would seek to exploit its natural beauty. The mountains too add to the beauty, it's rough and rugged nature a stark contrast to the peace that lies within, providing perspective to the many masks mother nature wears. These mountains are both the end and start of this place, part of it yet separate, a blurred line going from mundane to perfection.
A carpet of grass covers every inch of ground available, lush and soft, giving an enticing wave at the slightest hint of a breeze. Each blade gently bows to the slightest pressure, a deep shade of green, each one seemingly a sliver of an emerald. A sea of nature, it amplifies the beauty all around it, filling in the blanks where other pieces of nature cannot, lest it become overcrowded. Rising up from this sea are trees of a variety of sizes: from soaring oaks to thinner pines, to everything in between. They are as numerous as they are diverse, home to an equally diverse number of birds, each one adding a different song to the musical tapestry of this place. As the leaves rustle in the wind, the birds join in the song, resulting in a peace that cannot hope to be replicated.
Adding to this orchestra is the bubbling stream that runs its course through this place. Filled with clear running water, it gurgles its way happily through the center, quenching the thirst of this land. Occasionally, a small trout will break the surface, the sun glistening from its scales as it basks in the open air. Soon though, gravity makes its claim, forcing the trout to seam in with the stream again, racing through its currents once more along with its brethren. The stream is like a shining snake amongst the grass, twisting its way across the valley floor from the mouth of one mountain to the mouth of another, as if it were only a passing visitor to this paradise.
To preserve this place, Mother Nature had seen to it that the weather would always be just right. The sun never shown too harshly, nor for too long, allowing clouds to shield his rays long enough to give this place water to quench its thirst. The wind was always gentle, stirring the leaves and keeping the air fresh; never stagnant, and never fierce. With warm summers, wet autumns, crisp winters, and pleasant springs, the valley is filled with a balance, not having an excess of any one particular form of weather, but sharing each equally. This valley is nature's gemstone, and she protects it fiercely, as evidenced by the way it is coddled, not allowed to be disturbed by even Mother Nature herself. The most serene of locations, never to be seen, appreciated only by her maker.
(So, something I just cobbled together. I don't think it's particularly amazing, but I'm always skeptical of my writing. So, I'll leave it to you to judge.)