Have you ever been told that paradise is in the jungle?

Where vines twist secrets that ancients once knew.
And sunlight paints the ground with fleeting strokes of gold.

A symphony of life breathes through every branch and leaf.
While rivers, like time itself, wander without end.
The clock is silent and freedom unspools.
Paradise is here if you dare to see.

Do you know where paradise is? Do you know where paradise is?
Do you know where paradise is? Do you know where paradise is?

Have you ever been told that paradise is in the jungle?
It cradles the stars in its boundless leafy palms.
And gathers the rain as it falls in quiet reverie.

Every shadow holds a truth.
Every rustle a hymn.
Where the fierce and the fragile thrive in perfect accord.

The scent of earth at once raw and alive speaks of a rhythm too vast for words alone.
Tread gently, for paradise thrives in the unspoken.

And it gifts its wonders to those who move with grace.
Even the smallest flower obtains its place with quiet resolve.

The winds carry whispers of dreams left untamed.
And life hums eternal, a circle without end.
The jungle sharpens our senses, widens our gaze, and makes us kinder, wiser, better humans in its care.

Do you know where paradise is? Do you know where paradise is?
Do you know where paradise is? Do you know where paradise is?
Do you know where paradise is? Do you know where paradise is?
Do you know where paradise is? Do you know where paradise is?
Do you know where paradise is? Do you know where paradise is?