O'er the waking world, the sun doth rise,
bringing light to wake'ning eyes,
warming fields and mountains high,
and dawning hope unto the sky.

The beasts of earth yawn, stand, and stretch,
and think of food they might go fetch,
while birds soar high and seek their meal,
and on and on turns natue's wheel.

The wolf pack runs and catches prey,
they lay to rest the sick and grey,
the deer will eat the grass he feeds,
thus even he aids his prey's needs.

Every day a life may end,
never to be lived again,
this doesn't stop this world's fair beasts,
they run and swim, they fly and eat.

The strongest beast that we can know,
hates and preys on man alone,
all others **** from need to eat,
they seek their prey for juicy meat.

This one gnaws upon one's soul,
until the self is gaped with holes,
while careless beasts enjoy the land,
Worry robs true life from man.