My Description - A Trees Best Friend

A while back I wrote a description from a little boys point of view.

We also had weave in bits and pieces of metaphors, simmilies nd personification.

This all falls under one category - Poetic Language

I glared at Liberty who had publicly humiliated me. My eyes were immediately tinted by abominable nightmares. I shook my head violently, hoping to eliminate the unpleasant sights from my small head.Liberty chuckled as she swung on the black  swing her girly pink Gucci skirt flowing in the wind.

I could hear the multi-coloured bird’s chirping.The leaves greeted each other then started running across the park. The dogs howled roughly as their leashes swished, swish swish. The trees seemed to whisper .“Run Anarchy run”  The ants seemed to agree “Yes dear boy run run.” Flap,flap,flap.The birds launched into the sky.Their calling pierced my ears.

I was weighed down by the deep and damp moss. The sour odor  of old bark fizzed under my tiny nose. I spat out in disgust. Slowing trailing behind was the toxic smell of rotting food suffocating me. Destroying the refreshing smell of fresh air.

The revolting taste of aging banana clung to my tounge. The taste of spew started to lie on my tongue. I swallowed carefully. I licked my lips as tears fainted onto my lips.The polluted air crawled across my pink tongue.I spat out my saliva.

I strangled the tree hoping it would hide my raw emotions being displayed so openly.The wind slapped my face whipping my brown hair into the air. Tears streamed down my pale cheeks. Rivers of tears stained my face with anger. I felt like tearing the tree apart with my small animal like claws. I stopped.