Is my descriptive ok VII.V.MMXIX

The crystal-blue sky glimmered with its own glory. The glitters would stuck me into a ginormous shining star. The butterfly-blue sea was shimmering like star gleam. The wave was striking into the shore, roaring back into the sea. The stream twisted through the island. The waft from the sea was salty, giving a feeling of having a pint of spice.