As I was reading the book Twilight, I came across the chapter about the meadow, and as I was reading this chapter and it was describing the way the meadow looked I could picture myself there and hearing the stream, and all the animals around me. This is why I chose to write about this meadow.
The meadow I'm thinking of is discrete, it's hidden from all views. No people, no pollution, no visitors. Strangely the grass is always kept short, no more than a couple of inches. The meadow is hidden in a Forest, A Forest kept secret for many years. It is perfectly round as if someone had intentionally created the flawless circle, tearing out trees but leaving no evidence of the violence in the waving grass. The meadow has flowers of every kind, no weeds and only the best fruits. This meadow is also home to may different kinds of animals. I chose this place because the way it looks, how you could almost picture yourself there felling the warm Spring Breeze, the sounds of animals. A place that you could relax in a never feel the distractions of a big city. This particular meadow had just enough sunlight to keep the plants blooming. And in the distance of this meadow you could hear the soft babble of a creek. A few frogs croaking, and always the fish gurgling. The meadow, what a beautiful place to be. Such a serene place to be, how breath-taking. How can such a small and relaxed meadow be so full of life? How the grass sways in tune with nature, like it's singing to you but you hear no music. Oh, what a beautiful meadow it is!
As you can see, the meadow is so breath-taking and relaxed and everybody wishes they had a time were you could just step outside and be in the meadow.
