Is this descriptive natural? XIV.V.MMXIX

I was the first to chance upon the creek. It was a kingfisher-blue colour, splashing through the dale, wended through the tropical forest. The spray jigged over the glossy rocks. Rivulets were the plasma of the forest. The water was flashing like diamonds. The cologne of the time-worn forest was so reminiscent of the childhood memories. The taste of the riverbank was sublime.
Then, I had come across leaf-green apples on the ground. It was glowing and shimmering like billions of scattered sequins glistening together. I bit into one. It was scrumptious.
The dove-white mountains reared into the sky. Rumbling and roaring, a wave of white trundled down the mountain side. The craggy mountains were sacristy quiet. A brooch of snow covered the sky-punching mountain.