Jungle

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One twig snaps,  A tiger roars,  A leaf flutters,  One parrot soars,  The air is steamy,  The moon is white,  The jungle sings,  On a perfect night. 
Jungle Hot, sticky, rain Full of life, exotic Trees high with monkeys in the sky Forest
I've gone around the world. I've gone to seek, the mountain peaks To swim every lake without any breaks To climb the trees, And overlook the seas I''ve gone into the tunnels,
Concrete Jungle City terrain converges with the murky sky above in the dusty shade they share. A symphony of sound permeates the humid air as machines and people hum through their daily cycles;
There are lions in jungles that roar with pride. There are snakes in the grass, they're sly, they hide. There are sheep led by pastors, so fluffy and round. The wolves are just hungry, they wander around.
Rushing water And steep foot falls, Writhing vines lead the way down the mud caked path. Dragon flies—the size of panthers, Flit around the gnarled trees, Followed closely by spit-green butterflies.
Concrete wasn’t always made so harsh and solid In fact it was mostly straw When I walk without my shoes on It rubs my poor feet raw
Bullets born from our sorrowful tears, cold as ice and clear as crystal Fire through the dense barricade of the emerald-green, leave-covered, tree-filled canopy As an electrified bolt of lightning
A Look Through My Eyes. Outside stroll, what do I see? I see the charisma, the spirit, of New York City. Skylines, and skyscrapers out in the distance. My oh my what a sight to witness.
Welcome to the infamous jungle of high school Where the smart are undefined and the popular shine Where the teachers grumble and the athletes rumble Where the girls gossip and the boys gossip
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