Survival

Walk on the wilder side,
It's the jungle of life.
They know you're top dog,
But the lions still bite.
You may hold a blade,
But these trees won't fall.
So hack it to a glade,
they'll grow back just as tall.
And try as you might,
to keep it akindle,
In the cold dark night,
Your fire will dwindle.
Now daylight trickles,
Over the sweet, shiny dew,
That dampens your figure,
As it's divided by wolves.