The Jungle

The jungle is so wonderfully mysterious. I wish I could climb to the top of the canopy so I could bask in the morning light that grazes over the tops of trees. But for now I will just sing with the birds and howl with the monkeys. Dance in the rain and play in the mud. I love the jungle, for it reminds me that I am wild too.

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