Penchant for the Wild
To see is to believe in the roar of the tiger To hear is to feel in the ripples of her stripes To walk is to live in the shadow of her fire In the heart of the forest Where the wind blows free The eagles whistle and the wolves howl the Hunting Song In the heart of the forest Where the Law of the Jungle is the decree The chital say to the tiger, ‘We be of one blood, ye and I!’ There in this heart of the forest Where the penchant for the wild is the strongest Is the land of the Free People. To believe is to yearn for a glimpse of her gaze To feel is to follow for the woods are a maze To live is to fear for she hunts unfazed In the heart of the forest Where the rivers murmur of summers long The eagles whistle and the wolves howl the Mowgli’s Song In the heart of the forest Where the old lore is remembered in an alarm call And Baloo and Bagheera wish ‘Good hunting all!’ There in this heart of the forest Where the penchant for