Can someone mark my creative writing for question 5,
LAKE
Glowing softly, the twilight sun caresses the horizon, its tapered cerise-pink ribbons spilling from its seraphic vault. Shining and shimmering, the pastel beams anoint the lake like warm honey, a signal for the multitudes of wildlife to explode from their cozy burrows. A battalion of flies - moist in the morning’s dew - murmur gently above the tufty reeds surrounding the azure pool, their silky wings a-blur in their zealous motions.
Multitudes of pretty flowers - peonies, daisies and lavender - draft and swirl their ambrosial perfumes into the heavenly atmosphere. In solemn stillness, the lapis–lazuli-blue ponds glazed surface embeds the peaks of the surrounding verdant hills onto itself, turning it into a portal of mystique.
A sudden wave of mist hovers over the lake, blocking the sight of the lanky fisherman, reeling his fishing line into the fathomless bowels of the lake. The distant kerplunking of colour-freckled fish tease and taunt him as he waits patiently for a gift of the lakes succulent bounty. A sudden tug of the line awakes him, and he pulls desperately; a large phantom-grey fish erupts from beyond the lakes surface, causing his heart to tap ferociously. The fish of his livelihood, he thinks to himself.
Tugging on the weakened fishing line with all his force, the fish plunks onto the emerald grass beside the lake, and the mans mouth quivers into a line of glee. Laughing, he prances home, the slimy fish wagging in his arms excited grasp.