wetlands
As I scampered into the wetlands, I saw a majestic view.

 The trees shivered as if they were trying to wave at me.

 The mud was more slimy than a gel.

 I smelt the unpleasant smell of the gross moss.

 The reflection of the sun on the water was as bright as a firework.

 The fresh green grass surrounded the trees.

 I heard the cries of the groggy, green frogs.

 I smelt the beautiful aromas of the lavender flowers.

 I spent the rest of the day in the wetlands, relaxed.