Jungle book

In the heart of the verdant jungle's embrace, Lives a wild woman, unburdened by cloth or lace, Her bare skin glistens under the dappled light, A magnificent sight, oh what a sight! She wanders fearless, in tune with the land, Her spirit free, her strength at hand, No need for shoes or sheltered abode, For nature is her refuge, her one true abode. The birdsong she mimics, the rustle of leaves, The roar of the river, she humbly receives, Her senses attuned to every subtle sound, She knows every path, every track, every ground. A huntress of sorts, but not for sport, She takes only what she needs, never more, She lives in harmony with every creature she meets, A true nature lover, with nature she speaks. The wild woman of the jungle, naked and strong, With a heart so pure, and a soul so long, May her tribe thrive, may her spirit persist, For in her wilderness, true beauty exists.