The Wetlands                                               

As I approached the mysterious jungle my eyes were mesmerised by the trees that moved as slow as a snail. Suddenly the moist mud oozed and twirled climbing out I fell into the freezing water tasting the slime I coughed as I went up on the surface I felt grass cut me later I saw the grass that was as sharp as a knife.After a while I hear birds chirping a beautiful welcome song the aroma of fresh air filled the forest.