Nature is pristine in its beauty:
Powdery snowfall to summer berries,
Chilly breeze to plants flowering
Nature is brutal in its cycling:
The not-uncommon hawk stalks
And eats little birds, unsuspecting —
Synchronize the eyes and mind
With the truth behind everything.
Fun fact: I was sitting in my back yard while writing this, and a hawk swooped in as I was trying to decide what to put for the second half of the poem!