Extract # 1.

The golden globe of the sun, burning and blinding, was quickly climbing up the turquoise sky which was infinitely high, transparent, tender and partly hazy with fleecy clouds, as if it was trimmed with a snow-white lace. The sun shine was filling up the hilly water surface of the ocean with joyful brilliance. The blue frame of the far horizon was constraining the ocean's endless expanse.

It was solemnly and stilly.

Just mighty, light blue waves were sparkling by their silver tops. Catching up with each other, they were flowing with that smooth and soft grumbling which was exactly whispering that in these tropical waters the eternal old man, called Ocean, always has a good mood.

I think you are translating directly from your native tongue.  We don't write like this.  Here's my version.

The sun, a golden globe burning in blinding light, quickly climbed into the turquoise sky, a turquoise sky of no limit.  Fleecy clouds, tender, hazy and snow white lace drapping like a veil.  Sunlight dancing over the choppy waves in the ocean framed and constrained by the horizon.

Cascading waves with silver tops, chasing each other as if in playing a game of tag.

Extract # 1.