Nature keeps her ways:
One feeds another.
Hunters and grass-eaters…
What sort are you?
Runs the chain of days,
Sons after fathers:
Sprinters, and men-eaters,
And plants with dew.

Food’s the source of life –
Survive or perish.
Jumping folks or biting,
No one is wrong:
Gain, or ask, or cry,
Betray or cherish –
Life requires fighting
For ‘on and on’.