With sunrise the threat of oppression,
As the first rays filter through,
They saturate the garden,
And drink the morning dew.

The chitter chatter of birdsong,
Floats gently through the air,
And I marvel at creation,
Contented without a care.

But just as the warmth of the morning sun,
Belighs the true strength of its beams,
As in this tranquil setting,
All is not as it seems.

A mantis eats the head of her lover,
Ants tear away at flesh,
Everything scatters and ducks for cover,
For the hawks talons equal certain death.

My once contented mind is shaken,
A cruel dose of reality,
For life is just a constant test,
Of survivability.