The Predator hovered atop the mountain, the deathly silence as the gorging was complete
With nothing left to eat, the call came to converge
Each one selects a mate, as they perch on the ground
They turned to face away and their abdomens joined
In their final act, they are fertilised

They choose the fairest leaves to lay, continuing the cycle for world's anew
Their alluring motions slowing as their balance gives way to gracefully wilt and decay
Alone it stands, surveying the fervent atmosphere, the landscape teeming with its new design
Our purpose fulfilled, our mark on history no longer to be told
It's purpose fulfilled, it's skin gives way to a new form, one bred to discover and sniff out worlds where we've planted our curses

It prepares itself for a new odyssey in places we couldn't fathom
The bellow once again came from the fiend and its movement subsides
The rivers continue to flow and the breeze sways along its path
Like we were never there at all
The songbirds call and suddenly the kingdom seems complete
Like we were never there at all