Many things in the mortal world are unknown and cannot be explained, but there was one paradise that I can describe to you. This paradise was called Cloud Nine. This description should clarify the beauty and wonder of such a place, and how it was sadly destroyed by mortals who were blinded by confusion and fear.
Long ago, the Gods created a paradise that could be matched to no other; this paradise was known as Cloud Nine. Green-grassed prairies blanketed the horizon and pools of clear, blue water spotted the surface. Along the fine line between the Earth and Heaven towered giant purple mountains which seemed to touch the very sky, grazing past the pure white clouds and far exceeding the title of splendor. The moon, a light shade of pink with mixes of purples and blues, was always visible in the sky, matching its colors and defining beauty. Evergreen trees coated the planes and shifted to majestic shades of gold, red and orange, falling to the ground and blending with the colors of the grass to symbolize a perfect autumn. During the spring, orange marigolds, blue and purple violets and fresh red roses dotted the landscape, and in the cold of the winter, sparkling white snow carpeted the ecstasy with glistening magnificence, and summer brought the buzzing of cicadas the warm light of the Sun. Rolling hills covered the land and stars brightened the night sky, filling the twilight with bliss. A warm breeze swept the golden leaves and flower petals into a colorful dance in the air. Glimmering clear, blue water filled the lakes and ponds, free for any of the living to drink, and the spacious fields stretched on for miles to the eye. Beaches with soft, tan sand extended alongside the border of the waters, which shined with the orange light of a setting Sun, making the sands look white and untouchable. No humans inhabited this place at all, though. This glorious Shangri-La, that which resembled the Garden of Eden itself, was created for the Gods and the Gods only; its beauty could not be reached by the hands of mortals. The flaw in the design of Cloud Nine, although, was that it was not protected from mortals, just unknown. The Sun rarely shined, but the moon provided enough light to resemble a summer day on any occasion. Rains only came in drizzles to wet the emerald flora, but came only as often as the Sun. During the winter, when the trees were bare, they did not resemble the finger-like monsters on Earth, but more of silhouettes of snow-covered brilliance. The sound of quiet and peace blended with the rushing of the wind which blew over the grasses, folding and waving the jade foliage. The night, in its own radiance, shifted and pushed the stars along the dark blue sky, creating luminous constellations that filled the skies to the brim. Sadly, the negligence of the Gods brought the downfall of Cloud Nine, for, without a barrier, it did not prevent humans from discovering such a paradise, and when the early explorers unearthed the wonder – thinking it to be quite inauspicious and a creation of the Devil – destroyed its beauty, reducing it to nothing but rubble. The remains lay buried under the surface of the modern world, lost to the ages.
Such a sad ending to such a beautiful utopia; the military completely obliterated its gorgeous features in less than 5 days. This description of Cloud Nine is but a fragment of the real beauty. Hopefully, it was described well enough that you could imagine how wonderful it was, and that you have and image of it in your head. It’s a pity that something so stunning could be ruined. . .
- Title: Cloud Nine
- Artist: CountingIvory
Just a little thing I wrote for English class once. When I was done with it, I was really proud, so I thought I could give it a shot here.
If it's not under the right category, I apologize. This is my first time submitting a piece, and frankly, I don't really understand what goes where.
- Date: 09/14/2008
- Tags: cloud nine