Life grows in a swamp
The croak of frogs and the chirp of crickets
The sway of cattails in the breeze
The bend of soft, sweet, grass
Mossy puddle
Rich with life

Sweet smell of rot, of plant decay
The buzz of insects,
Zip of dragonflies hunting for a meal
Lily pads float lazily
While a heron stalks its prey

Tadpoles wiggle in the mire
Sunlight warms the green water
There's something about the life of a swamp,
The deep mud,
And deeper waters