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Assignment 2: Descriptive Writing Draft 1
The Nature’s Labyrinth
In the centre of the expansive blue sky, the scintillating Sun could be seen, casting majestic, blistering, effulgent rays over the rustling, verdant canopy of nature’s labyrinth, the mangrove. As I sauntered towards the place rooted in mystery, the mud of the brownish water wrapped around my feet like a sticky blanket while the enigmatic atmosphere of the setting left me as bewildered as a compass without direction. The peculiar scent of decaying plants crawled into my nostrils, filling the air with a strong odour. In the distance, I could hear the splashes of water reverberating and the silent buzzing of mosquitos, eager for every single drop of my blood. Intricate trees protectively blocked the passage of light, creating a stark contrast between the stifling humidity and the intense heat.
Anchored in mud, the inextricable, tangled roots jutted out of the water’s surface like arched bridges providing a primal pillar to the gnarled trees. As I grabbed onto them for support, the slick grip of algae made it hard to keep my balance. Nevertheless, I could visualise the chaotic harmony of crooked, sturdy, cold-coloured trunks diverging into branches like veins pulsing through the tree’s lifeblood. They cracked and snapped as the wind howled through. A faint smell of moss emanated within the trees, thick and green, mixed with the musty perfume of ancient wood. Touching the bark of the trees, its rugged surface felt like trying to scale a mountain made of jagged stones and craggy cliffs. The ethereal, dappled, verdant leaves from tree branches murmured gently, like someone whispering a crucial secret to somebody else; they sheltered marvellous birds, whose colours were pleasing and charming. As I climbed higher, the velvety and waxy leaves welcomed my fingertips with a serene smoothness.
In that moment, a tranquil stillness settled over me, as though the
mysterious maze itself was sharing its ancient wisdom.
Cautiously, I scooped the clay from beneath the water, its chocolate- brown hue mirrored the trees’ bark. A potent scent rose from the mud like a protective force, ordering the furtive mosquitoes to retreat with a silent command. Sleek, soggy, and squishy, the mudflats clung to my steps like invisible hands as I glided through the mystical labyrinth, their cool, yielding texture enveloped my feet and washed away the intense heat as if Mother Nature herself had offered me relief. The sediments stirred up by the tides created swirling clouds in the murky water like fine dust falling to the floor of a forgotten room. Pleasingly, the silken touch of water seemed to kiss my skin with a refreshing ease, its delicate embrace soothing my senses as the world slowed to an idyllic and subdued atmosphere.
Victor Leonardo Rodrigues Medeiros
Assignment 2: Descriptive Writing Draft 1
A resonant sound emerges from the extent of the puzzling maze, pulling my gaze toward the labyrinthine roots. Crabs. Intimidating, they darted outside their hidden burrows in the roots. With their hard and protective shells, they were the sentinels of the mangrove, their frantic skittering motions rippling through the muddy ground like a chorus of tiny earthquakes, unsettling yet mesmerising. Camouflaged in the clay, their claws clicked and clattered, a staccato rhythm that seemed both chaotic and calculated, the music of the mangrove’s resilient soldiers.
But the ominous mood was ephemeral, a jubilant feeling quickly settled over me when I looked to the top and I see pristine, vivacious, and fervent creatures. Birds. Draped in hues of fire and sky, serenaded the mangrove with a melody so pure it seemed to rise from the heart of creation itself, conquering my heart with an exhilarating feeling.
An ecstatic atmosphere settled in the opulent mangrove. Cool and
velvety, the mud embraced my feet like a hug from an old friend. The rich aroma of damp plants filled the air, a reminder of the untamed life flourishing in the mysterious maze. In the distance, the triumphant splashes of water echoed, while the hum of mosquitoes seemed almost playful in their eager search for a home. Exuberant crabs danced and elated birds chirped. Rooted in soft mud, the towering trees with its extensive branches, filtered the sunlight, creating a kaleidoscope of light and shadow that cooled the warmth of the day. In that serene moment, I realised the mangrove was no longer nature’s labyrinth, it was nature’s sanctuary, a sacred retreat shaped by the hands of time and nature’s quiet wisdom.
