I don't like your tone.

Travel through the dark, cold tunnel
See the faces of the men fallen from hunger
In the darkness, see them
their twisted faces
hungry and sorrowful
and so very dead.

then the tunnel ends
and the sun illuminates the scene,
warms the face and the soul,
the green of the trees glow with vitality
the flowers smile and the fields roll
the rabbits hop
and the deer jump
and the baby foxes play.

mamma fox hunts in the forest
to feed her children,
her teeth bared
and her body vibrating with adrenaline,
wary, hyperaware

she spots her pray,
a bearing rabbit,
and mamma leaps,
catching the rabbit by the neck,
tearing her apart,
slowly,
she must savor the flavor,
she must make sure it's well,
she must catch the best for her children.

the ground below holds two groundhogs
in their first parenthood.
Mom engulfs her children,
Dad engulfs Mom.
their warmth is shared amongst
the Cold Ground.
The babies fidget and fuss
and Mom shifts
to accompany them.
Dad's heart is
warmed
as his blood pounds to a new rhythm,
"Family."

Re-entering the tunnel,
three words are written on the side of the wall,
carved from rock, white and rough.
"LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL."