wetland
   

As I approached the wetland my eyes were drawn towards the slimy mud. The mud oozed into my shoes. As I looked around. I heard the birds singing to me. I took one step I smelt the fresh clean wind through my nose. Once I looked up the tree it was standing as strong as a table. Next I feel the rough bark on the tree. I take one more step I felt the soggy mud coming up to my knees. I see the water crashing into the huge rocks. I taste the fresh air going through my mouth. The mud felt like quink sand.