I often find myself discontent with anything I write unless it meets an "aesthetic" standard of sort. For instance, here are the first two paragraphs that I just revised to make them "self" appealing. Notice that is subdivides into regular patterns of iambic feet, also notice that small bursts of alliteration. "The ruby cardinal soared twixt among the scattered clouds, as it darted towards the crimson sun; while scarlet colored flakes descended about its regal shape, calmly falling upon the emerald groves below. Gathering herds of wildlife adorned the mountainous valleys to the west, bespangling the freshly fallen snow with specks of beige and brown; as many a flock of fugels were gingerly gliding aloft a gentle but bitter eastward breeze. As the cardinal dived towards the nearest stream, it flew over and into the gusts of glistening rosy powder, fleeting among the zephyrs that braided and wove upon the meadows, amalgamating into shallow dunes at the forest’s edge. The cardinal delighted in the bluster of the winds; playfully entwining and weaving itself among the brawling currents. " Now read the next two paragraphs, of which I have not yet revised into an iambic form (and thus they dissatify me greatly): "From high in air the meadow and stream were small compared to their surroundings, but as the cardinal came level with the ground, the meadow stretched across the visible horizon. Near the sea of snow dunes to the east flowed the stream that the cardinal sought. The sands of the narrow shore were frozen together, as were the shallow boundaries of the stream itself. Although the stream was flowing, it was evident that its slow flow would not be able to overcome the enveloping frost by nightfall. Yvonne restored her natural form through cessation, and the cardinal was no more. Yvonne knew that it was unlikely she’d be able to find fresh water once the sun had set, as it would all be frozen. She would have to drink her appropriate fill now, as the the petite cardinal would not have been able to consume and store a sufficient supply of water for a human later on. The least magic she used, the better. Afterall, her first survival experience without magic had also occurred upon that frigid island on Ur. She was well prepared and knew how to adapt to this environment … fish should be plentiful under the ice, and branches and twine were abundant to the south."