I see new growth emerging from an old tree's heart. A new sapling sapping strength from what would enrich generic soil, contributes something unknown to an unassigned
Instead this exacting branch emerges to claim the universe for itself. No longer can this unnoticed, rotting stump contribute to the greater good but feed instead, a unique life so it may one day die and have the chance to fill the old soul’s soles.
The unlabeled, non enumerated vagaries of our world cowardly whinge in the background while the assertive actions of the flowers and falcons shout out loud for their own preservation.
Food chains serve as feeding trays for those cells who have bound together with that joie de vivre necessary to drive the generic engine of nature in their direction. This predilection to protect the potent and powerful among us is not simple chance
but a predetermined proclamation from our divine protectorate pushing the proper paupers forward until they find themselves ensconced in the holy foliage of nature's glory.