Golden rays danced across the deep blue surface of the still water as the day awoke. A cascade of light enveloped the horizon, unveiling a bountiful array of colours. Fields of red roses serenaded the sky, while enormous willow trees, swayed in the light breeze, applauding its arrival. Perched precariously upon a thin branch stood a delicate wood pigeon. Without warning a loud crack echoed across the area and the pigeon fell to the mercy of gravity.
turquoise is the sea in your eyes. emerald is the essence of a september kiss, azure is as a lonesome waterfall. crimson is the fire in your heart, for the passionate love we make as the sunset fades away. my angel, heaven starts here tonight in your arms. while i drown in our dreams, i am lost in your charms.
In other terms, Guin is letting us know that the sky is clear as glass, allowing the sunlight to beam directly on Omelas. Guin allows us to paint a picture of exactly what Omelas looks like. By reading this metaphor we can picture a clear blue sky with the sunlight directly gleaming on Omelas with its “white-gold” flame. The use of these metaphors in the introduction of “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas”, shifts the readers towards a more positive and Utopian setting. “The crowds along the racecourse are like a field of grass and flowers in the wind.” (Lines 85-86, Guin.)
There was so much space that it felt as if I would get sucked in. It was cool, and peaceful, the sky lit up by tiny lights. The stars were so numerous, like fish in a sea of dark. It was so overwhelming that my breath caught in my throat, and I decided to walk back to camp on my own. The beautiful sky would have to wait for when I was ready.
The Butterfly Effect in ‘Romeo and Juliet’ Dawn was settling over the scene. The first ray of sun broke all darkness and bathed the earth with magic. Blossoming splendour now encircled life within its charisma. Just then, a fully ripe cocoon exposed its inner treasure to the world. Out came a butterfly and flapped its wings to soar the heights.
Moon and Half Dome by Ansel Adam captures my attention due to its clear and clean shot. Its black and white color helps me focus to the subject of the photo. This picture illustrates the beauty of the Half Dome under the moonlight. There are three aspects that make this picture stand out; the clear skies, the moonlight and the silhouette of the setting sun. The clear skies help define the beautiful formation of the dome.
It was a cold crisp morning, the sun climbed the tree tops and showed it’s beautiful colors. The water shimmered and shined just like a glass mirror sitting in the hot summer sun. The birds chirped out songs, every note was perfect and in tune. The water bugs danced on the water, they almost looked like figure skaters as they twisted and made sharp turns. An eagle flew by searching for food as her young chicks cried, they were hungry.
The beauty of the natural sound allows him to imagine: Such a soft floating witchery of sound As twilight Elfins make, when they eve Voyage on gentle gales from Fairy-Land, Where Melodies round honey-dropping flowers, Footless and wild, like birds of Paradise (440) The music the aeolian harp makes reminds Coleridge of flowers, and colorful birds. This experience that Coleridge is having is positive and he is enjoying the nature around him. He is creating a perfect mental picture of the beauty he is experiencing through the use of his imagination. While the imagination and nature are often working together, there are instances where the two are in conflict. In “The Chimney Sweeper”, the little boy imagines: And by came an Angel who had a bright key, And he open’d the coffins & set them all free; Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing they run, And wash in a river and shine in the Sun
My head looks down at the sight of my cold and lifeless feet, before making its way up to the reaching arms of an infatuating tree, glowing brightly virescent at the edges of the trunk, inviting a soothing, tingling sensation to my soul. I feel it radiating into my blood, as my heart skips a beat. Soon, enlightened by a beating pair of wings effortlessly moving up and down, more fragile than the glass that once was sitting on the edge of the table. The fluttering pair of painted silk wings circles my front, as another pair comes into sight, creating a delicate breeze that brushes past my quilted cold cheeks. I manage to smile at the picturesque view in front of me, sending a warm satisfaction to my body as it sparks my heart and floods my eyes with tear-filled blur.
Though we are strangers, I smile and wave as they putter along on their mid-morning tour. Changing shape in the sky above, the cumulus clouds, the cotton balls of the sky, cast shadows over the water. In a cloud of their own, dragonflies hover and jut,