Is my descriptive writing natural IX.V.MMXIX

The gem-blue creek was gorgeous. It was thrumming through the vale, swerving through the forest, dancing over the moss-slick rocks. Streamlets are the liquid soul of the forest. The water was sparkling like sprinkled stardust. Pebbles were tumbling through the glassy water. I quaffed deep from the gurgling river. It was thirst-quenching. The aroma from the old forest was very sweet. There was an apple on the ground. I bit into one and it was sublime.