Describing Setting by Hardy Shein Nyein Chan

Dawn had arrived. The golden-coloured lake shimmered as the orange morning Sun lit the valley as a new day began. A lone willow stood tall at the edge of the bank. It branches stretched out to greet the morning light, crippled like a witch's fingers. A little owl flew in to hole embedded in the tree's bark. Its hunt had ended. As it went to sleep, other creatures came out to play.