As Marcy sat on the flat rock, the humid air welcomed her. Every thing she imaged was perfectly in place : an earthy smell of nature; croaks filling the air; lily’s bumping into others; droopy long grass speared across the swamp; darting up trees stand like soldiers ; and every shade of green moss coated the water.

” That ‘s extraordinary” said Marcy, gazing at the jewelled lily pads. Happily, Marcy decided to take of the shoes an dip her feet whistles sitting on the grass by the swamp. She kicked her legs in the water until the sunshine faded away suddenly a whoosh blew into Marcy face until the sunshine came back and soaked through her skin. But then the swamp looked like it was shallow. That’s when she witnessed it.