Descriptive Writing

As I look back I see my footprints marked in amongst the cold winter frost as the beautiful warm rising sun is peeking through the still trees as the warmth is defrosting the chilled frost. As I walk along the field I hear the frosty grass crunch underneath my feet and the crunchy leave

s break as I stand on them. I feel my nice warm shoes crunching on the cold winter frost as the beautiful warm sun rises through the still trees on what is going to be stunning day. My body is so cold as the cold winter frost crunches under my freezing chilli feet as I breathe in the cold air. THE END!!!!!