By Monica Patel
Tall Trees hover over hungry predators
In constant search for food.
You can hear the rumble in the heart of the jungle.
Lions and Tigers attacking their prey,
Flesh and blood just perishes away.
This is a place, spontaneous and rare,
A place where truth is shunned,
And armored with Dare.
In the midst of the chaos, the jungle gives birth to a passionate soul-
The Jungle Kid.
The jungle kid you see
Has found a place in her habitat where she can be free.
She swings on the branches and dances to the rain music that plays,
Ignites her own fire,
In substitute for the absent sunrays.
She’s not equipped with weapons and swords to fight
But strapped with compassion and courageous might.
Her laughter overpowers the loud roars
Her peaceful stroll kills the chase,
The tempers rise of the starving animals
While she smiles, remains full of grace.
She is unstoppable, and will not be defeated
It’s the survival of the fittest,
In which case, The Jungle kid has clearly succeeded.