Is this descriptive natural? XII.V.MMXIX

The gem-blue creek oozing its way through the dale. Seeping and purling, it was dancing over the glossy rocks in its way. Pebbles dashed like pieces of glitter. Rivulets are the pumping heart of the forest and this one was florid. Sunlight speared down from above, bathing its surface in gilt, shimmering like trillions of scattered coins blessed with an inner fire. A galaxy of butterflies sizzled through the beams of light, wings a-glitter in the sun. The trees were pregnant with pears and we tasted some. They invigorating us with their pleasant waft. The scrumptious taste stayed with us all the way home.