​Cool short poetic story. Basically all alliteration

The round rolling hills rise and retract remarkably all around as the early morning sun slowly soars, awaking wildlife and warming the waters. The curving creek carefully careens, crashing and cutting, as it cruises by, quenching the cravings of the creatures and critters.The big willows wave whimsically in the wind while their woodpeckers willingly whack away with no worry. Those echoes carry across acres of the cohesive ecosystem, comforting the creatures caring to acknowledge it. Time truly doesn’t dial down until you take the time to center your attention to the tiny details. Like the serene sunshine sent from a star so vastly distant, only to be stopped by stocky, skyscraping saplings, excessively swaying softly, sending shadows, shifting silently across sticks and stones. But the boy who sat blubbering on a boulder by the bushes, bawling barbarically, noticed none of the nuanced nature nor novelties mother nature nurtured and bestowed, for he had just lost a mother of his own.