Kayla's Descriptive Writing

The snow licked the bare trees, that crooked left and right like a bony hand. The ice crackled over the lake as the tangerine sunrise crept over the hills. The snow is like a field of cotton landing on the rocky terrain. Birds awakened the world with the sweet sound of chirping, that enlightened the cold heavy breeze. Smells of casserole and warming soups surrounded the small yellow cottage. Water dripped down the side of the house and landed on the fluffy snow with a quiet plonk. The trees squirmed wildly like worms and a brown leaf fell from a frost bitten plant, and its branches bowed down as if to say, “Don’t worry spring's on its way."