Poem about the Vibrant Energy of the Jungle

The Jungle Calls

The Jungle Calls 
I feel it, even through the walls 
A place where snakes and butterflies reside 
A place where dreams collide 

In the jungle the parrots talk 
We may think they just squark
But believe me, they talk 
Sometimes even to the Hawks 

In the jungle magic lives 
It gives and gives and gives 
It’s nature that really speaks 
When we’ve lost it, then we’ll weap 

Written 29th July 2022 by Zoe L L 

I’m Zoe Langman, a 45-year-old welsh Nomad. On December 19th, 2017, I packed up my flat, put all my essentials into a suitcase, and started my Nomadic Journey. I don't think it's ever too late to reinvent or redesign your life.

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