Floodplain Forest

There are two seasons here, dry and wet. When it’s the dry season the mud sucks at your shoes but doesn’t quite pull them from your feet. In the wet season the water is up to your waist. Tall trees tower overhead, perched high on roots that extend out of the muck. They don’t care how much water comes in, and neither do the grasses and water lilies that flourish around them. All of them survive despite the ebb and flow of the water, or maybe because of. The call of creatures from the branches above counterpoints the splashing of those below. You may be able to see the ground while it’s the dry season, but you can’t see everything buried in the muck. There - did you see it? - that looked like a pair of eyes… ~ Kire