Write a descriptive paragraph about the relentless force of a mountain stream.
Consider imagery, metaphor, and word choice to convey nature's power.
Streams And Other Things
The sound of rushing water reached their ears, carried by the cold wind that bit at their skin. As they reached the top of the great rocks before them, they saw a deep canyon. The rivers pounding force had withered away at the dirt and stone surrounding it, leaving deceiptfully smooth walls behind. One of the hunters squinted, noting the large tree trunk that drifted through the rapids. It’s roots...
The Definition Of Strength
The river punches through the mountain side with such raw unhindered power. Power that pots fear into the heart of any creature crazy enough to challenge it. Power that carries noise that overcomes the sounds of the forest so much so that it becomes the sound of the forest. You cannot ignore it. Power that demands your attention. Power that commands your respect. Power that carves the earth and di...
Roaring, rumbling, hurtling down the hill. The sound of a thunderous herd, but no animal in sight. The water leaps and dances, skipping over half-buried rocks. Its force takes your breath away. What would it be like to slip off the muddy bank into the water? The stream is deceptively deep, the rocks sharp. Nature is both creation and destruction, embodied in this scene....
Powerful Little Stream
Every one has seen a moutain stream. It can be all different sizes of streams. The water could be melted snow that would be ice cold and grow big and strong as the seasons warm up. The little non existant stream with barey any flow or movement. The stream enters into fall watching the leaves change and the tempature drop. The people come less and less to visit the little stream. Winter is next to ...
A Mountain’s Soliloquy
We start at the top; rocky and befallen with a thin mask of powdered snow. The tip to the giant rock, a part of the earth long removed from the deep and enveloping crust. We travel down—down past the rock-fallen treeline and the dimple-like caves—to a sharp edge of the mountain. Cut down through no force of nature but by the mountain’s own precious metals. Chunks have been taken from the side, gas...
I wrote everything down. All my pain. All my fears. It was time to let go. But how? I looked down to the water flowing near me. All I had to do was open my hand and let the water carry it all away. Knowing nature was helping me move on, let me smile and feel strong again. I opened my hand and watched as the forceful waters healed me....
Waters like a bear’s growl surged past, observing and unobserved. Specks of water flew from side to side, up and down, entering the air to be dropped down into the water from whence it came once more: fallen angels streaming with passionate power. Rocks in the stream bed cut the water left and right like marbles scattered on glass panes, making a similar scratching sound: nature’s abacus being thr...
I Dammed My Mountain Stream
I love that I flow like water, like the calm of a trickling stream, cool and soothing, always moving but now am I just a
Does staying cool, like a clear mountain pool, mean I will always let them be so mean?
Will it take approaching a waterfall, to finally