Descriptive Writing: Summer Mornings at Camp

Woken by the sound of birds as their soft wings flutter and glide against the cold, crisp morning air.
You can here the sounds of the animals awakening as the sun begins  to glisten over the wet grass.
You step out on the cold deck, and you cringe as you get a feeling of the morning air as it drifts against your face.
The leaves of the trees begin to shine with the morning dew, and you begin to see the sun rising up over the lake.
You then walk down and feel the water splash against your feet, as you look out onto the beautiful sight of the morning sun as it reflects over the waves as they calmly drift and swish from the gentle, summer breeze.
You don"t want the moment to end, but you know it will have to.

Sylvia B.