Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
The Bugs Of Nature's Economic Picture - Poem by Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
The spider spins its web and waits to ensnare prey
then carefully wraps it up to save for another day
to feed its progeny.They also kill their mates.
If you break a sector of the web the whole thing shakes
but the spider can restore its web to its splendid glory
as long as it's alive and capable of doing so.
Should the spider get killed
another will take its place
in the scheme of Nature's design.
Worker bees buzz around and around
working very hard.
Their Queen of the hexagon chambered honey comb
-the lady of the house in her hive-
wears her crown and can be very large.
She gives birth to many drones,
generations who work hard.
Should the bees be disturbed
in anger they pursue any invaders
who tries to steal their hard earned nectar,
the prized honey in the hive.
They attack, defend to the end,
protect and rebuild, too.
Nature's pollinators have an important job to do.
The industrious ant works nonstop
worn down to their ecto-skeleton.
A close knit self sufficient bunch,
their society is based on what prey
and crumbs they find on the ground
and how they preserve
and hoard it for a rainy day.
Nature's ordered colony survives in co -operation.
The song of the cricket -Nature's weather bug
and the beauty of the butterfly
rising to meet the flower blooming in the sunshine
soothes all in reality
and, then raises the level of conscienceness from
the mundane and life's harshness
to the remarkable -for truth is found in beauty
and can stand on its own-
but does it shelter from the rain? -
O yes entertainment is important
but what's there to gain? The answer is in
the soothing of the aesthetic soul which
lifts spirits and shelters from the pain
in Nature's song of beauty.
Ah! ! ! How the lowly dung beetle -garbage collector
and funeral director -toils and serves
Nature's economic domain! ! ! ! !
Somebody- the fly's little under taker- maggots-
has to clean up the decaying, cluttering mess
before life begins again.
And those pesky critic gnats biting
with their bretheren,
sucking dry life from the living
dispiriting and infectious
so that ticks, fleas, and mosquitoes
and leeches can continue to
feed on the host without giving in return! ! ! ! !
And yet they are not the dregs of Nature's society
and in their turn are fodder for bats
and birds and aquatic creatures.
Nature's lesson on economy has much to teach
to us in order to gain insight on its intricacies.
Nature is an awesome teacher
and never fails to inspire
Nature is true to itself creating
every lifeform equally
from conception to death
showing no sentiment or favoritism.
Nature's spirit breathes in the
elements of earth, fire, water and air.
Upon the touch of Nature's personal design
in the natural order of life
the gentle or violent forces control
all in its path that are connected
with the magical invisible web.
Nature doesn't criticise
Nature doesn't judge.
Nature assigns each species a niche
Each aspect is important to the whole picture
and each aspect is affected by the strain of abuse
and final destruction,
only to metamorphis and evolve again
As Nature's victory.
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