Why can only the fittest survive?

Why do things have to die?

Why do animals go without food, water, and shelter and as a human race we think nothing of it?

I don't know if animals have souls,

but I do know when I look into the eyes of a creature my creator formed that I am speechless for a second

Those who are eaten by a lion get to see the strength of the beast and feel firsthand even for a second before the cycle is continued the sheer power of one paw and to see the eyes filled with hunger and the thrill of the animal as it is fulfilling the need.

To swim next to a whale would be a spectacular site. For the length of your body is the only the diameter of the pupil of its eye. Imagine the life felt with each breath, the inhale powerful and effortless and the exhale a great wind lost Into the atmosphere Seen by human eyes while in a boat coasting, never really understanding the magnitude of what has been displayed.

For our creator is one that takes time on each creation, look into the center of a single orchid and look at each speckle of color displayed and don't tell me that it's by chance. It cannot be.

Painters spend hours or weeks trying to mimic something and in the end cannot replicate it perfectly for nature is perfect in the sense that it is created and exits for a time and then decays.

No one is putting anti aging creme on a petal.

No one is telling the starfish to loose weight.

We accept nature for what it is but fail to realize that we are apart of that creation.

Look into your own eyes, look into each pigmented strand bursting color unique

to you and

you

alone.

Look at your hand, skillful and detailed by lines that create patterns on the surface.

The smooth nails that cover the finger beds, the tips capable of feeling.

Woe to the fields of flowers that are never cut to be sold

Woe to oasis in the desert placed to thrive and produce life in the midst of something lifeless.

Woe to the creator of the universe