Natura Mortis (Nature of Death)

In the vast expanse where wilderness thrives,

A cruel indifference to life survives.

The primal world, untamed and stark,

Reveals nature's visage, ruthless and dark.

Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,

A savage ballet plays, harsh as one sees.

The predator stalks, with hunger's keen eye,

Its prey unaware that its end is nigh.

With a sudden burst, jaws gaping wide,

The chase begins, terror takes its ride.

Hooves thundering, the desperate race,

But nature's decree, it cannot erase.

The huntress pounces, teeth bared and sharp,

Her victim struggles, letting out a sharp yelp.

Powerful jaws clamp down with cruel might,

Snuffing out its life, in a gruesome bite.

Across the glade, another act unfolds,

As the eternal cycle, its story retolds.

A serpent coiled, patient, and still,

Awaits its next meal, with its cunning skill.

A tiny creature hops, unaware of its plight,

Into the serpent's grasp, in a heartbeat's sight.

Constricting coils tighten with lethal embrace,

Leaving no chance for the small life to race.

In the skies above, a different scene takes flight,

As a majestic raptor soars, its wings so bright.

But its keen gaze falls upon a helpless nest,

And nature's hunger demands to be addressed.

With talons outstretched, it dives like a dart,

Ripping apart the nest, tearing it apart.

Tiny chirps of terror, quickly silenced,

As life's fragile threads are so easily dispensed.

On the ocean's vast, where waves crash and roar,

A brutal massacre plays on the shore.

A pack of orcas, their hunt so precise,

Surrounds a helpless pod, their prize.

With powerful thrusts, they batter and maim,

Inflicting wounds, in nature's cruel game.

Calves torn from mothers, in a heartless show,

As the crimson tide of life begins to flow.

Beneath the soil, where roots entwine,

A different struggle, a silent design.

Plants compete for each precious drop,

Their brethren wither, their growth they stop.

With ruthless efficiency, they spread and smother,

Denying the weak, to sustain their other.

A merciless battle, beneath our feet,

Where only the strong can claim their seat.

From the highest peaks to the ocean's abyss,

Nature's unyielding law, nothing remiss.

A constant cycle of birth and death,

Where every living gasp is a borrowed breath.

No sanctuary found, in this realm so harsh,

Existence a fleeting spark, in the universal march.

The strong devour the weak, without a pause,

An eternal truth, to nature's cruel cause.

No remorse, no pity, in this savage land,

Just the unblinking force of nature's command.

A primal dance, played out again and again,

Indifferent to the suffering, the joy, or the pain.

For in this domain, where life takes its throne,

Death is the only certainty, truly known.

A harsh reality, that none can deny,

In nature's embrace, all beings must die.

So gaze upon this world, with eyes unbound,

And witness the savagery that here is found.

A realm where beauty and cruelty intertwine,

In a tapestry woven, by a design divine.

Let it serve as a reminder, of our fragile place,

In this grand theatre, where we too must face,

The uncaring resolve, of nature's cold stare,

And the fleeting moments, that we mortals share.