Once in my dream, I found myself in a jungle
Filled with animals, trees, grasses and brambles
In this jungle many predators lurked
Waiting to lay their hands on weaklings off-guard
In this jungle only those animals survived
That could either hide or thrive
These animals showed no mercy or kindness
They followed the rule ‘The survival of the fittest'
As I was dreaming these, a sound woke me up
But I still found myself in a jungle larger than the last.
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