Here are some morbid nature poems:
So, the critter crawls onward his journey
until he is flattened by a foot.
The red ants feast in a frenzy
on the marrow of a lizard’s bones.
I never understood why the weeping willow wept.
Her limbs were strong and deep rooted,
her fingers brushed the soft floor,
and she grew tall enough to kiss the sky.
It wasn’t until men clad in bright orange and yellow
axed her to the ground, that I understood that
she knew sooner or later she would no longer be
one with the heavens and the earth.