Well... I had to write a descriptive 8-10-line paragraph of a park in autumn for English class a few days ago, it ended up pretty nice so I decided to post it here:
As she walked on the deserted alleys, cracking leaves joined the choir of whispers forming an ancient song:the sound of autumn. Falling leaves danced their way down,lieing beneath her feet in a rainbow-colored carpet whose edges were impossible to see. As the wind made the nearly bare trees bend and a new group of rusty leaves join the now rustling carpet. She twitched as,in the complete silence, a goose quacked and the whole flock of birds descended upon the lake. In a second the dirty water in which the lazy fishes and joyful frogs started going to hibernation was filled with tires yet energetic wild geese. Their colorful feathers were gleaming in the pale sunlight streaming through the bare branches of the trees. She tossed herself on a nearby bench,stunned by the breathtaking view.
And - I hope there won't be any problems if I post what I wrote at the English Olympiad, an 8-10 line paragraph in which a park at night is described. But for that, I'll be back the next days with an edit
And here it is, as promised (to Alex):
Past the now closed gates of the park lies another world.A divine chorus chants in the moonlight. Sitting on the shore of the seemingly black lake, frogs cheerfully sang their unique songs. Crickets, renowed musicians,quickly joined them and even the wind started playing its favorite instrument: the trees. Shaking their branches some leaves fell to the ground in a beautiful waltz. The fresh grass seemed cold and uninteresting in the weak light spread by the shivering lake whose silvery stripes marched endlessly towards the shore.When the full moon above shyly hid itself behind a cotton cloud the glittery dark blue veil behind her seemed to shine harder, the candles of the sky gleaming brighter than ever.Moving away from the lake, on the gray alleys ,nocturnal animals looked around for food. Up on warm nests in the trees or down in comfortable burrows, other beings, who have basked all day in sunlight, were sleeping, unimpressed by the silvery spectacle outside.