wetlands 

Standing by the swamp my eyes are drawn towards my reflection in the murky river. It ripples as the wind blows over it. The trees rustle over head. Leaves leap from  the trees escaping the movement of the wind. The flow of water is a water fall crashing into my ears. Pukekos drink from the waters edge, a bittern rests in a tree and pecks at a leaf turning as brown as the mud around the water. The river coils around the rocks that break the waters surface. The mud worms its way into my mouth and the taste disgusts me. The mud and grass also somehow reaches my nose it reeks like the sewage! My hands run along the reeds and I pull my hand away ,the reeds are needles sticking into my hands. The grass tickles my feet. I take one last glance and walk away.