Nature

Rocks still hard,
Twigs still break,
Woodpeckers still pecking.

The water still flows,
The trees still sway,
The light thrusts through the,
Thicket.

Fears a learking,
Animals are hunting,
Bees are gathering.

For to be a hunter,
Is to be hunted,
For a huntsmen will die,
And perish like the rest of us

This harsh world,
everyone for themselves,
no way out,
of the wilderness.

by dalek
posted on 10/13/2007