Venture #2 | Brian Wall

The muddy water splashed up against the banks of the river as it hurriedly rushed through the overhanging trees. The water was not so fierce as to move a person or large animal, but enough to carry away stray branches and it filled the grove with music. One branch hung so low that its leaves brushed the surface of the stream and broke it into brown crests of water. Broken twigs and leaves flowed swiftly down the river bend.
Over the years the river had cut a gorge through the valley. High rocky outcroppings towered over the river like sentinels. They clearly stood out in the valley against the thick green foliage that was nourished by the small river. Beyond the valley lie barren desert and hot sand, but here protected by the high cliffs, the valley was an oasis.
The stream issued forth from the lone mountain peak miles away, and flowed down into the small valley providing much-needed sustenance to both plant and animal.