More often than not nature is trying to kill you. I think the original nature reverence was fear not awe. The ancients considered civilisation and being out of the state of nature their greatest achievement. They wanted to control nature, not have it control them.
I don't know, I think maybe it might be more about a collaboration in a way, granted however, that it is with a very serious and potentially dangerous force. We see that in the Tarot, the Strength card features a woman who looks to be controlling the beast. However, in the later archetypes in the Tarot, the Sun, Moon, and Star seem to feature humankind as being embedded in a kind of nature they have learned to live in
To shift to the analysis of a Pagan story, I believe I had posted about the saga of the Volsungs, where Sigurd eats the heart of the dragon, and can understand the speech of birds. I think that echoes the values of the Strength Arcana, in a sense
But to come to your point about fear, it is well taken. Just the other day, I saw an article about a women who ate bad tilapia, and that caused her to need to have all her limbs amputated. I have had that story stuck in my head since last night, as I just wonder at the horror of ill luck, where it seems that nature got the better of a person for no good reason at all. The sheer horror of going through the process of nature trying to devour you in that way, and having it permanently change your life, just seems so merciless.
Most religions dream and speculate about there being something transcendent in a person, that cannot be merely devoured by external, and perhaps internal forces, whether that involves the transcendent soul, or a soul-like quality joining the transcendent soul of nature or our universe. Or it could involve 'mere' attitudes that one gains, that prove somehow to be very powerful.
I don't know, I guess I am just not there yet in my understanding. I guess I try to wrestle with nature. I guess I am afraid of it a little bit. When I do breathing meditation in the woods at sunset, my mind does think about the possibility of there being a bear smelling for me. And I so think to myself, that I should rush to finish up, so I can get out of there. When I do cold exposure, I am aware that I am working with a force of nature that does not care what my lower brain seems to want, which is comfort.
I guess I continue with the hope that there is either collaboration, or alternatively a harnessing of nature, to be gained. But when I turn my mind to how humans can act, I think I might be more, if not at least equally, fearful of them