She tames the tigers,
she trains the lambs
She fuels up the fire
She calms the wind down
She's the commotion in the rustling of leaves,
the whirlpools in the pond
She is the vastness of hues
She is the reverberation of green
She is what it takes to fly
She is what sets them free,
She confines them, she is their pristine abode
She is the jungle.
He has got restless blue eyes,
He knows them, the've heard of him
He comes and leaves, they take no notice
He floats on their voices,
They sustain his pursuit, the illusion of purpose
She is his imagination,
He is but a part of her,
A mere mortal seeking refuge in flight,
He is the birdwatcher.
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