1. 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, I’m 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.