Nature's Way Poem by Raymond Farrell

On a hot August day
Nonchalantly, I made my way
Pausing to gaze at a muddy pond
Nearby marsh, and the forest beyond.

Two herons rose, one settling on a dead tree
The other in the marsh near me
Everything was stilled by the stifling heat
Not a blade of grass moved under my feet.

This banal scene I turned to forsake
I caught the glimpse of an outstretched snake
Soaking up the heat Providence had decided to send
Being fully aware it soon would end.

Focusing on the snake, I saw frogs nearby
He who kills, and they who die
Sharing a muddy pond on a hot day
Without getting in each other's way.

This has always been Nature's way
The predator lives near its prey
From this relationship, the strongest emerge alive
Assuring species will ultimately survive.