Azure sky arches overhead, reaching forever into the glories of the heavens. Assorted puffed clouds dot the wide sky, like enormous cotton balls floating on a billowing sea. Let your eyes fall to weary, naked tree trunks, which stand gnarled and indigent without leaves. They rise above an endless sea of waving reeds, dancing softly in a warm breeze.

Within the reeds, egrets stand erect, poised to hunt sleek fish darting around in the water beneath them. This water, seemingly motionless, teems with aquatic life, and glimmers in the brightness of a full sun. Fierce alligators and crocodiles bask in this water, moving leisurely as they seek their prey.

Movement in the eternal swampland subtly exists. Every living thing, from the slim, graceful reeds, to the many birds, seems to scarcely shift. Yet they move, and their actions create rhythm to the stillness of the land.

There, the quietness pierces the human ear, interrupted only by sound such as a slight splash of a bird or a rustle of plants. Heat drenches the land, and warrior mosquitoes find both prime breeding ground and victims in the swamp. This mystical grassland, the Florida Everglades, teems with natural beauty and unmoving, sheer simplicity. Its stillness beckons likeminded souls to lose themselves in the tranquil, vibrant life it holds.