The foggy jungle

The cold damp jungle, full of fog snakes and frogs echoing from palm tree to palm tree. I can hear all the raindrops dripping off each leaf onto the damp muddy ground. Ponds are everywhere around me, filling my ears with the quiet noise of splashing raindrops, and frogs. As I travel further on through the cold damp jungle, I find a group of 18 green and yellow tree frogs all inside a hollow jungle tree. As I gently approach these tree frogs, they start to leap onto my palm then onto my shoulder before more and more tree frogs leap onto my shoulder. I see an old wet mossy jungle tree in the distance on a small cliff nearby. When I reach the old jungle tree I feel the rough skin fall off the decaying jungle tree.