Before

come to my forest you’ll love the peace and cool colours

boring right? now read after.

After

On a cool,misty winter's day would be a perfect time to visit my forest.

The mist will creep up on you and depression will fill your soul.

The trees are bare like a christmas with no presents.

The sun filters through the thick layers of dark clouds creating an eerie atmosphere

The cool wind brushes your face like a riot of spiders crawling up your neck

The air grows moist as a lite rain starts spitting

The tree stumps are mossy and have been  hacked at like pointy rocks

The trees are witches staring down at you

Desert

FEEL

As I walked through the desert my feet sank into the boiling sand. My feet burn so i pull my feet out as fast as I can. I’m so hot  that I  feel I could  pass out and I can feel the hot heat raze.My eyes burn from the sun and they are now red and sore.I keep trying to walk but my feet start to ache even more. I finally tried to walk and I burnt my feet so I was really relieved when I saw a camel passing by so I hopped onto it I was exhausted after all the walking.The suns rays are a heater on a way-too-high heat.

SEE

As I rode the humpy camel a wave of scenery rushed by. A cartwheeling , spider he cartwheeled down a hill. A rattle snake slithered along and the camel  ran as fast as a cheetah to get away from it . The sand shone a golden brown colour the sand dunes looked 5000 meters high. I spotted a tumbling weed rolling by. my eyes started to play tricks on me and i thought i saw a cheetah

HEAR   I could hear the soft whooshing wind ,it showed no mercy to annoy me. It was so quiet i was forced to listen to the faint sound of the camel

hooves on the sand .The wind started up not so strong

and I heard it whistle quietly in my ear.

TASTE

I found out what sand tastes like!it wasn't  very nice it made my mouth all gritty

I do not like the desert at all! By Gizelle,Andrew, Amber and Catherine

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.