Dimmed to infiltrate the forest of the night
The single lamp post of the moon,
Shines her recycled yesterday's sunshine,
The leaves move in harmony rustling the tune
With the floor moving with life with extreme evening sight,
The staccato's beat sets the rhythm
Nothing escapes the damp drapes of the silent breeze,
All creatures are hungry it's time to forage,
Nature's rule every living thing knows eat or be eaten.
The snake consumes the stolen egg,
Bird eats the worm
Spider mummifies the fly,
The leopard dines on the weak.
The trees feel immune until
Elephant hunger‘s early morning grasp strips the tree
The flesh eating cat slumbers
Dreaming of his lions share,
The bird with a broken wing wears a coat of ants,
Life goes on as dawn approaches as
The dung beetle is happy for his larvae's lunch,
Then time takes the evening away with the
Praying mantis who did not enjoy her sex,
So consumes her lover,
In the forest of the night.
As the early morning bird doth sing
Mankind consumes everything,
Coaxing Mother nature's wrath to sting!
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