My Part Poem by Etienne Charilaou

Ugly beetles in the bush
have stripped it almost bare.
Yet, that brave bush
27 white and fragrant flowers
has shown this spring.

The bush resents not
the beetles' predations
but I do.
Shall I their egg sacs remove?
Shall I with Nature interfere?

This situation's made by Nature;
here I will not interfere,
for there is a wisdom greater
than my own at work.

My part in this play
is to smell the blossoms'
rough jasmine,
no longer feel gray.