A rolling field of trees,Never ending,Despite the numerous clearings.And, amongst those green evergreens,Prowls the predators of the night,And day, As they stalk their prey. Thus, we have a never ending circle,Of lifeAnd death.One that will always be there,Sometimes a monstrous nightmare. Insects hide there too;Hiding, jumping, crawling,Being the predator and the prey all at once. And thus creates this never ending cycle,Of life,And death.When one animal stalks,And the other trembles,The cold breath of death,Goosebumps on his temple. And so creates this complex,Circle of life, this never ending cycle,With the high knowledge that it is,Eat or be eaten; kill or be killed.