The Swamp

The texture of the water is swirls through my brain.

The trees are as green as all the green vegetables I’ve ever eaten.

The dirt is so damp that waves wouldn’t even destroy it.

I imagine myself there and think of my cousin’s house in Indiana:

The forests and the green.

I hear the songs of birds.

I feel a part of nature here.

The swamp reminds me of Shrek’s.