the law of nature

The hunting in the dark

The silence for the ears

The flapping of insects wings

The echoes of many sound

The forest of many shapes

The tall, the thin, the crooked

Along the eyes can feel

The fat trees and uprooted roots

Whatever the eyes see

The surround is still nature

She holds the glue to it all

If only we know

But some hunters never learn

The law of nature they forget

In some the shapes change

The death spills on the ground

The sound in the dark

The scream and frantic cry

The law of nature takes hold

The surrounding areas gathered in unity