Descriptive Writing Practice

Fresh soil and the salt carried by the wind is the first thing you sense. The earthy smell entrapped in crystal bottles, sold in the most luxurious perfume shops hold no significance to the essence of this terrain.

As you walk further, you see the unnourished, brown ridges of the hills embedded with rocks and the hint of the cyan sky in between the valleys of these hills. You kneel down and place your ear to the ground and you hear the stream of freshwater racing nearby.

You walk further, breathing in the beauty of this lifeless place. At a distance, you see a four-legged animal which would've blended in with its surroundings if it was not for its ornaments and the heavy load that it carried. You walk towards the animal, trying to pet its head but the loyal donkey withdraws probably sensing danger.

You realise that it is a lone donkey unwillingly adorned with mustard-yellow bands and ember-red beads. It is the most colour you have seen in this area. The donkey however, does not look pleased and you stare at it wondering, if it is the burden that is making it unhappy or the state of solitude.