The Cliff

By Nickex

The top of the mountain is as white as a marshmallow.

 The green and yellow mixed together like a sunset.

The grass is flashing in the sun like a fast fire.

The frosted graceful gull making the shoreline sound in the dawn sun rise.

It was on the mild shiny morning.

The ice and glaciers is as cold as a fridge inside.

The shadow of the mountain is as huge as a monster.

The clouds are a puffy as a pillow in a hotel.                                                    

The wind swifts through my hair like me flying in the air.

The amethyst glows from the gleaming sun.

The plants grow until they can’t grow any more.

The animals running all over the place for food so they don’t starve during the winter.
That is the life on the high top mountain.