Green-glassed walls hold us in.The ground rumbles and shakes.The trees lift up their trunks,Pulling their roots from the dirt.They shuffle closer to us,Bushes following in their wake.A tall plant opens its jaws,Sharp teeth protruding from its mouth.Squeaking bats follow us out,Flapping their wings at our heads.We must escape this house.This is not a game I care to play.THE DEAD GAMEKindleNook
Let’s take the green carpet
Through the dense bush.
Mosquitoes our constant companions
Through the moisture-laden air.
Exotic plants fan our way
Through the sounds of the forest.
Shrieks and shouts accompany us
Through the rustling trees.
Snapping sounds follow us
Through our trek in the water.
The tempo quickens.
The beat picks up.
The air becomes heavier.
The sky greener.
We become one with nature.
Lost in a tropical paradise.