Clematis

How perfect nature is

I saw a beautiful flower

Huge

White petals in beautiful curves

Nibbled by some unseen enemy

Until I looked closer

The culprit

A green beetle

Making a living the only way he knew how

As I looked closer

He too had an unseen enemy

Camouflaged beneath a petal

Beautiful, graceful, and terrifying

With a body plump as a ripe blueberry

White as the flower she hid beneath

With two mesmerizing pink stripes on her sides

I watched her

As this ingenious creature of nature

Seized upon her victim

How perfect the circle of it all

These masterpieces of nature

Spider that needed the beetle

Which needed the flower

Which needed the sun, the rain, the soil

The ruin of the flower a necessary part of the spider’s survival

And even of it’s own survival

Attracting the beetle for its own procreation

As the insects that visit carry away pollen

The beetle using the flower

The flower using the beetle

The spider using the flower to get the beetle

How each part of the spectrum

Is vital to the dance

Life only possible with each element

Perfect

Too often we wish away the ugly, the tragic, the unsightly

But without every part

The others cease to exist.