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.
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
