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Something about this place remind me of my village home town back home Whispers of the Jungle River Beneath the sky so vast and bright, Slender palms sway in golden light. Their emerald crowns reach high and free, Like whispers dancing with the breeze. A path of earth, so warm, so old, Winds through trees with trunks of gold. Beyond the grove, through tangled green, A secret river flows unseen. Its waters clear, its voice so sweet, Softly singing where earth and heaven meet. Pebbles glisten, smooth and bright, Kissed by currents, bathed in light. Though years may pass and seasons change, The river’s call still feels the same. In rustling leaves and flowing streams, It lingers on in childhood dreams.