I decided to go treking in Jurassic Jungle last Sunday, as it was a warm afternoon and the sun was shining brilliantly in the sky. After preparing all the necessities, I set off enthusiastically.
I took the most challenging path through the jungle. The thick, dense undergrowth teemed with life, ranging from animals like wild boars and tree pythons to micro-organisms. Vultures and eagles flew overhead, squawking and soaring above the treetops. As scavengers, there were always at least five of them swooping down like arrows being shot from a bow string, to the spot where rotting bodies of deer and squirrels lay.
Near the sea of green was a flowing river which was full of debri diving toward the waterfall. As it had just rained several hours ago in the wee hours of the morning the grass at the river banks shone in the sunlight like tiny green jewels. The swooshing of river water, however, could not cover the bird's chirping, the eagles sqawking overhead and the rattling of the rattlesnakes. Crocodiles lurked in the depths of the river, and so I kept my distance from it. Once in a few minutes, the leaves of ferns would rustle and the dried leaves on the jungle floor would crack as I pushed my way through the seemingly endless jungle. Strangely enough, the area where I walked through would hear no sounds of insects ticking and calling for their mates, neither did I see birds flying overhead.
After treking for several hours, I decided to cease the exercise for that day and went for dinner. After that, I went home for a good rest.