/lit/ - Literature

>>16155740
Trying to work on my descriptive writing. Thoughts? I think it might be too wordy:

The deck itself was dull, grayed out and unremarkable. But around the borders of its dead wood, life bloomed a bright green. Branches jutted through the diamond cut railings and towards the entrance, trying to pull us into the illustrious view outside our confines. At the ends of these branches were colorful flowers: some curiously peaked in and out of the side fencing, some were still, in awe of the view lying ahead.

There was a clear blue sea surrounded by mountains carpeted with moss, both going as far as the eye could see. The dark waters of the sea stayed firm under soft ripples, and in them images of the mountains were clear as day. Clouds, undoubtedly alive, slithered up and down the sage peaks. They crowned the mountains just as the shrubbery adorned our deck: some wandered around with great curiosity, reveling in all of the mountain's splendor, some raced to the top in search of greater sights.