Peace

Author's Note:  For my second district writing assessment, I chose to do mine on an emotion.  I felt like doing peace because it's something I think that people can easily relate to and I feel that it gives me the opportunity to be more creative and descriptive in this piece. 

The sun begins to rise above the horizon; I sit there upon a hill and stare out into the most beautiful scenery ever.  Bright beams of fire break through the night sky.  The flowing trees, bright flowers, and lengthy grass all move like ocean waves; one peaceful motion.  A little pond shines as the sun reflects and ripples with little gusts of wind.  I can hear birds begin to sing their songs.  As I sit there I feel the cool, wet dew that sparkles like diamonds on the grass.  As the sun slowly gets higher, it puts a warm blanket around my body and makes me smile.  There's a relaxing, tranquil breeze brushing up against my skin.  I just let my hair flow behind me and breathe in the fresh, crisp air. 

I lie down on the grass and gaze up at the sky.  I try to picture what the wispy, white clouds look like, possibly a bunny, a shoe, a rocket; I just let my imagination go wild.  Then I draw my attention towards the streaks of orange, yellow, blue, and pink; the sky is a giant canvas.  As I lie there, the birds gracefully fly above me and the trees sway creating a soothing sound.

I'm truly relaxed and at peace with the world right now.  I can simply think and not be disturbed so I just let my thoughts float like little bubbles through my head with no stress and no worries.  Everything about this place is so serene.  I wish I could stay forever it's my special world.  The meadow is so peaceful, so beautiful, and so full of meaning that I don't want to go back home.  I hope everybody has their own place just to be relaxed and at peace, I have fortunately found mine.  I slowly stand up, soaking in everything here.  The sun now gleams high above, the grass and flowers still sway, and the breeze and fresh air make me never want to leave, but I must go.  Looking down at my feet I begin walk away, I stop and take my last glimpse, and then make my way back down the hill. 

My idea and place of peace is unique.  In the meadow I easily got to relax, think, and be independent for a little while.  We each need our own sole place and thought to be in our zone of peace.  The world wouldn't revolve if it was constantly stressed; occasionally we need some time to ourselves to do something out of the ordinary.  We need peace, it's essential.