The Forest: (Prose)

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The Forest (Poem) Trampling, Trudging, Lush,
luxuriant foliage, Spindly, vicious vines grasp
and grab, Seeking to halt my progress. High
above, The screeches and screams of invisible ,
unseen creatures. Heavy air, And humid, Pungent
pollens fill my nostrils. I fight
furiously, Following the path, Halted by a wall
of ghostly green. Flailing limbs entwined by
clutching, callous creepers. Free again, I
leap winding roots, hurtling through undergrowth
thick, deeper and deeper, into the fantastical
forest.
The Forest (Prose) Trampling through the lush,
luxuriant foliage, spindly, vicious vines grasp
and grab at me, seeking to halt my progress. High
above, I hear the screeches and screams of
invisible , unseen creatures. The air is heavy
and humid, and pungent pollens fill my nostrils.
As I fight furiously to follow the path, Im
halted by a wall of ghostly green. My flailing
limbs are entwined by the clutching, callous
creepers. I break free, and leap over winding
roots, hurtling through the undergrowth, deeper
and deeper into the fantastical forest.