I found myself resting against the ancient trunk of an Iroko tree. The undammed trees were skyscraper tall making them the towers of the forest. The forest smelled strongly of rotten animals and wet woods. I felt the warm morning sun peeping through the leaves and branches to rest on my face and skin, forming unique patterns of light and shade on the forest floor.
Black eagles were screeching high above the canopy of leaves. Their cruel sharp eyes were on the lookout for an animal to devour. Crickets chirped, bullfrogs croaked, and wind swept through the forest, creating a rustling sound, bringing with it the scent of swamp water and decaying vegetation. The winds also brought death, killing off some of the leaves on the branches and they fell off to join their companions on the forest floor.
