Every Frog Has its Day

O, tree frog, thou who leaps from branch to branch,
Driven by the unrelenting will to act,
A slave to thy instincts, yet in thy hunger,
A power untamed, a force of nature's harsh,
Yet beautiful, law. Thy eyes, sharp and keen,
Catch the beetle — not for nourishment alone,
But for the affirmation of thy own becoming.
In that lunge, in that moment, thou art not
A mere creature, but the very will to life,
Grasping, devouring, asserting thy place in the eternal cycle.
The harmony of nature? A construct for the weak,
For those who cannot grasp the truth —
That only through the act of taking,
The world is made real, and meaning arises.
Thus, in thy hunger, thou art both predator and prey,
And in thy struggle, life is justified.