To See Love

a Venus flytrap
traps a spider
with its tongue,
a bald eagle
swoops to hunt
with its sharp talons,
a raging mountain
spews fire
to destroy, to create,
a swirling tornado
sucks everything
in its path to take;
a flower, a bird,
a mountain, a storm,
each is precious,
a miracle to behold;
each has a role,
each plays its part,
not stopping to ponder
or to change its part,
for to love, is to know
and to be oneself,
every gift, every role,
revered with respect.