SWAMP WATER

SWAMP WATER

The sun beats down on the Cypress trees
Deep rooted in the spongy ground of the swamp,
The tea colored water barely moving -Collecting
Decaying vegetation drawn to the bottom
Permeates a stagnant odor as it is
Turned to peat making the foundation of spongy
Islands created to support the growth of new habitat.
Cypress knees protrude from the water - turtles bask
In the hot suns rays filtered through the spanish moss
Hung from the low-lying branches of old oak trees.
On old fallen logs partly submerged in the shallow
Tainted water - Ripples appear as water moccasins glide
Across the waters surface with little effort
And the gentle sounds of water splashing as fish
Feast upon the insects skimming across the swamp water;
Yet nothing goes unnoticed here for in the distance,
What seem to be pieces of drifting wood are the eyes
Of the swamp - The alligator patiently waiting for his prey.

What we see with our eyes is not necessarily the truth
For truth taken at face value may be deception;
Survival depends on knowledge of the difference.