The Circle Of Life
There is an ominous luminous light
Casting eerie shadows in the wood tonight
While my breath trails in the dark cold air
An owl hoots in the distance somewhere
The sound of crunching leaves give chill
And the coyote howls just over the hill
As hidden creatures scamper near by
I hear the sound of a rabbits desperate cry
The night pulsates with a rhythm of fear
The hunter and hunted are passing near
Yet mixed within all the misery and strife
Unfolds the saga that is the circle of life
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that callousness, Nature
of nature
that levelling, equality
in Nature
that wondrous, nerve inducing
unknowingness of chance
ethereal, encounters
while wading through nature...
Beauty, in its contrasting - capacity
to nurture and steal, that very life
gifted
by Nature...!
(just such a deep and meaningful read
to ponder and let, seep-in
thank you!
an acceptance of the Nature, of things
if you will..
a lovely message of the morbid beauty
in our reality
of featherweight, gripped
existence
a mere, slip and broken neck
ever-present, distance
to our demise, imbued
in our every, step
of progress..
so be it then! let's smile
at that awaiting misfortune
declaiming its capacity for sinister
while proclaiming
our willpower, to dance in the face
of ill-fate
and still, cherish
this taste
of mythically divine, experience
we've titled, existence..)
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