I've trekked jungles countless times in my lifetime, mostly on a fortnightly basis continuously for two years between 1998 and 2000. If not for the experienced ex-army guides I had, I would have probably gotten lost among the thick bushes, towering trees and rugged terrain, despite having trekked along those several different routes more than once.
Never once during those treks have I not been reminded of how fragile the wild can be when you see the marks man has left on it, but in its fragility there is its power. It protects its inhabitants, the animals, providing food and shelter. From the various species of plants, man has found cures and made medicines, traditional and scientific. You can feel its 'power' more so at night, when darkness surronds you and you see absolutely nothing but thick blackness, not even your hand in front of your face, and all you hear is the sound of the wild making their calls and noises.
The wild jungle is beautiful and powerful -- the wonders of nature, trees, plants, rocks, soil, water, insects, animals all living in harmonious balance. Only when man comes into the picture that the harmony is spoilt.