The Mystic Forest

The rushing river runs rapidly next to the twists and turns of the path,

Trees as tall as skyscrapers talking and laughing through the knee-deep water, 

The grass as long as my thighs running for miles and miles,

The smell of pale pink roses fills my nose.

Leaves dance in the wind as I walk past,

Dancing and singing as the sun starts to die.

The birds chirping, bugs buzzing and fish splashing,

The birds as blue as the ocean, bugs as green as grass blending in,

Croaking, buzzing, crunching, hissing, splashing,

All animals camouflage in places even you can not see. 

Hiding from predators to avoid being eaten.

The sly slithering snake stayed silently waiting for its prey,

Bluebell birds flies high away from all predators,

Thousands of blades of grass run for as far as the eye can see,

The river flows quickly with swift currents, twigs getting pulled along with it.

“Splash!” I turned around to see a eagle swooping in to catch a fish,

The eagle dove in the water then came out with a fish bigger than its enormous tail,

The fish shaking for help but the eagle wouldn’t let go,

The fish didn’t stand a chance,

Its strong jaw snapping shut to let the fish slowly die before swallowing the thing whole.