**Alone Walk in the Jungle**
The jungle breathes, a quiet hum,
Where shadows stretch and creatures come.
Alone I walk, with cautious feet,
The earth beneath is raw, complete.
The air is thick with ancient song,
A thousand whispers, soft, yet strong.
Leaves rustle low, the branches sigh,
As birds above in silence fly.
I feel the pulse, the heart that beats
In every root, in every leaf.
The jungle speaks in tongues unknown,
A language of the wild, alone.
The sun is faint, a distant gold,
The world here young, yet centuries old.
I step through pools of mossy green,
Where light and shadow intertwine, unseen.
A tiger’s gaze, a fleeting sound—
I know I'm part of this, unbound.
Each step I take, the jungle stirs,
Its ancient rhythm, it occurs.
In solitude, I find my way,
Through paths where no one dares to stay.
The jungle’s power, raw and free,
Wraps its arms around only me.
And though I'm lost, I feel no fear,
For here, in silence, I draw near
To understand, to learn, to see
The primal peace of being free.