Nature, Red

An eternal cycle of life and death

Photo by Joshua J. Cotten on Unsplash

In the celestial realm of the sky, where the heavens touch the earth, a hawk soared with grace. Its wings, an elegant display of power, carried it effortlessly through the boundless azure expanse. With each beat, the wind whispered sweet melodies, as if nature itself acknowledged the majesty of this predator.

Down below, nestled amidst the verdant canopy, a plump dove, innocent and unsuspecting, danced among the trees. Its soft coos echoed through the woods, a lullaby that embraced the tranquility of the forest. Oblivious to the imminent danger that loomed above, the dove reveled in the serenity of its surroundings.

But the hawk, a predator born to hunt, had honed its instincts to perfection. Its keen eyes locked onto the plump dove, a jewel amidst the emerald foliage. The raptor's descent, swift and silent, cut through the air like a blade, casting an ominous shadow upon the peaceful scene below.

In a heartbeat, the world shattered. The raptor's talo…