Mireille Tanzil, Secondary 3 Courage

Arriving at the enormous pasture, the wind was smoothly blowing from East to West. Water flowed across the placid river. The ducks were drifting playfully around the lake while birds were chirping and cows were pleasantly eating pasture grass. Peacefully settling down for our picnic, we let the vivid-coloured mattress billow and dance in the pine-scented air as we cautiously took a seat. A cacophony of flowers were blooming in vibrant bursts around the area, the fragrant smell wafting below my nose as if I was atop the clouds in paradise. Those roses recalled the radiant scent of perfume, baby breath brought back the scent of vanilla, blue tulips reminded me of the color of the ocean which brings ease and peace to my smile. 

The picnic baskets gleamed with the sheen of lush golden wheat fields as the dust had been polished off of them to bask in the sun once more. A cornucopia of delicacies unraveled before us, shaking impatiently with flavour as if the baskets were about to fall over. Desire had overcome us and we started to dig in. We all ate like pigs, with every bite so scrumptious that it was just enough food to feed the whole country!  We had such a feast, I believe that I could wait for a day or two to eat again. 

Laying down on the mattress with hearts full and picnic baskets emptied, as we had just finished eating, our stomach grew larger and the sky’s hues grew warmer as time passed by. And eventually, the sun set. 

The moon was rising as the cold blew in. Animals slept under its company, while its serenity beckoned us into slumber. As the pale moon greeted us, we breathed deeply in this static, arcadian atmosphere. It was perfect. Stars were shining like diamonds in the dark sky.