I am hungry, cold, weak, I seek shelter from the heat of the day, a small stream
refreshes my senses, quenches my thirst gives me a chance at one more day
my swollen belly contains the future, my line, my hope, I choose this place it is
peaceful no large predators hunting me, fresh berries and small prey, I thrive.
in the distance smoke and fire wind there way down the mountain, ash falls
l choke, I rest, my genetic code lost, entombed by chance,