Journal Writing: Concrete Writing

The blue sky was in reach of her long, thin fingers. The land stretched over the sky behind her, bearing structures that her people created. Brick by brick for the land she ruled. In front of her, the land fell endlessly under her dangling legs. Great birds, and small ones created a harmony for her melodic music she played on her ocarina. The melody and harmony wisped throughout the air, bringing it miles and miles around the kingdom, the birds and her sung. A beautiful, white dress hung about her shoulders, lined with gold and silver. Large, weeping willows shaded her golden locks from the sun that she could almost touch. An old man, tall and proud, clothed in blue, silver, and gold. He held a staff with a golden stork-like bird swiveling around it. “Zelda, Link is here to see you, he wants to show you the Skyward Sword.” He spoke.