A vulnerable creature eats grass undisturbedAs a prowling beast sits behind the bushesWaiting ever so quietlyFor the perfect moment to strike Magical peaks in the skyVast oceans of lifeRolling hills of greenBeautiful mounds of snow An instinct to runLegs moving at impossible speedsThe prey stumbles and fallsThis is the end Steep cliffs and sharp canyonsCrashing waves and guzzling windScorching heat and drained soilIcy blizzards and white death Enormous jaws sink into the warm fleshA whine of panic and painBlood drips from the limp carcassEyes turn black.  Both faces of nature are neededThe ugly and the beautyIn order to create a balanceWhere life is maintained and supported