Has a certain strength, but it's diffuse. You write too easy, too casual, to tighten effect; editing will help but focus will perfect. This reminds me a bit of some of my early stories -- if they deserved the label -- when I was infatuated with playful "philosophizing," more concerned with thinking -- if it deserved the label -- on the page than driving a plot.
Not to imply this piece is bad, which it certainly isn't. (Though I'd consider it ponderous for a prologue.) It's obvious you hear what you write instead of just seeing, and that's a lovely talent to have; even better that you're young, since you have years upon years to develop skill alongside. I won't pretend my advice can help much, as I think your natural inclination will lead you, in time, where you're meant to be -- you won't quit writing; you aren't the sort -- but I've a few notes I'd like to touch on.
First, careful with the modifiers. A general hierarchy exists in English -- nouns and verbs are at the top of the pyramid, unassailable; below are adjectives, which, while nosy, can be tolerated in small number; sleeping in the basement are adverbs, who you really oughtn't wake unless your A-team is surrounded and helpless. Yes, this is my opinion, but it's a good one. I'll grab a few examples from your prose:
leisurely-drifting white clouds
Say it; say it aloud. No, it doesn't work -- "leisurely-drifting"; that's ugly, two cousins in Kentucky forced to marry. You might say "leisurely white clouds" and the reader would get the drift; you might opt for "drifting white clouds" and that would service but not excite. Neither is original or aesthetic, and grafting the two only doubles the reader's revulsion. Find a way to say it anew, and find a way to say it flowing.
warm, fresh summer air
I know, writing, it's easy to slip onto your inner muse-cruise and set sail for loosey-goosey Caribbean fun, but restraint makes every word stronger. What summer air, pray tell, isn't warm? (No sass about the Arctic.) Perhaps more important, why use the word "air"? Oh, I know why you used it: sounded nice with "asleep," and the instinct I respect -- yet it's a slight misstep all the same. "Air," you'll find eventually, is a near-useless word. Inert, sterile, and unwieldy, it's one of beauty's many anchors. Lay it on a sentence and watch it sink. "Breeze" at least conveys motion, in a shrill sense -- "wind" is horrid, but often necessary, God save us -- "gale" is getting there, if too damnably specific. I don't mean to say "air" has no use. It's fine for the lungs, textbooks, and even a few prosaic pies. But here it's an annoyance.
Moving on...
But out on the plains, when the solitude eventually cleared your mind of all untoward distractions, the notes of the wind’s song became as clear and sonorous as the peals of a crystal bell.
Earlier you describe the wind as tranquil. I can't imagine a crystal bell peal to be such in the least.
Out here, the wind whispered notes of tranquility, a sort of music that rose and fell with eddies and currents much like how waves roll upon a shore.
Replace "like how" with "as" and you've something pretty.
... any rate, you dig the point. Write every day for five, ten, twenty minutes; no matter, so long as it's every day -- read what you enjoy, but venture -- and by eighteen you'll be so far ahead of the game, mate. I'm tellin' you, I'm tellin' you.
My left hand goes numb alarmingly often. I'm starting to wonder if I have a brain tumor.
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