The words of the poem are synonymous with despair and dark images, images of anything but enlightenment. There is no light, just darkness. When he cries. “O life so futile, so fragile! (Rundle), it became clear to him that life on earth is useless and that there is nothing to hope for after death. The only purpose of living is to eat or be eaten. For Nature, the idea of ​​spirit or soul does not refer to any supernatural divine element but to the simple act of breathing. The speaker writes that nature is: "'So careful of this guy?' but no, she shouts, a thousand guys have disappeared, I don't care, everything will be fine” (Rundle). He just mentioned the existence of dinosaurs that have existed for millions of years. They were nature's most extreme creations, but they eventually became extinct and fossilized. The speaker realizes that nature works to improve species and its creations, but that ultimately all species will be brought to the same goal. The speaker is deeply despaired that nature is so careless of all life, which reflects how most people in the Victorian era felt. He believes it is more horrible to be a human than a creature and struggles with uncertainty. Nature will not only allow this extinction, but will cause it, whatever the species, its end will be the same as that of all other species. The speaker understands that nature