Riddle Me This
I have voices that babble all day long, some even incorporated in song.
I am like a serene paradise, a favorite memory, blithe and sweet.
My voices are living but not quite.
I'm a rainbow of color but that can be your opinion.
I can calm tears without a hug.
I rustle and screech like a child at the beach.
My life is imagination or someone's creation.
I only appear when you are near.
My voice hisses, roars or shrieks: depends on who speaks.
If I were a location, you would not want to vacation.
Panther, tigers, and bears. Oh My!
This would be a cry.
When I go black I might end with a clack.
I am bright, colorful, and bold.
To some I'm young but to most I'm old.
I will live forever 'cause stories never die.
What am I?
Disney's "The Jungle Book"
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