I am the savage running through the leaves of the trees. I am the savage that paints with mud. I am the savage that can find fear. I can show beauty in forms of uncivilized ways. I can become one with nature. I am a follower of the wind and soul. My tangled hair shows my strange ways. My rough hands shows the trials I've gone through. My strange language shows that I can learn. I am the savage of our society. The uncivilized beauty. A savage.