Wild Nature

Winters of cold,
Bare the fresh survival.
Long the frozen death leave beauty
To gaze.

The long,
Endless winter,
Facing of the great end.
For when summer calls for the life
To rise

And hunt.
Snows of winter
Soon melt under their steps,
As animals find food to eat
And live.

For when,
Man graze the snow
For the hunt cries anew.
Facing hardship of wild
Where nature prove the scorn to those
That crave.

The wild
Nature winter.
Rise and fall once again.
Life and death cycle bring
Of those that face the harsh burden

Art: Wild Nature by Winerla (Blond)


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