She is never wasteful, just perfectly precisely appropriate to each organism within its place.
This could be the breast of some great seabird, the scales on the wing of a pure white butterfly, perhaps the rasping tongue of a lion, or even the hide of a long extinct dinosaur.
It is in fact one of the spring mushrooms on the mountain, the wonderfully named shaggy inkcap.
Getting really close to nature allows the patterns and forms to become manifest. We begin to see within the endless variety, connections, and commonality.
Boundaries dissolve between ourselves and what we used to consider wilderness. Instead it is replaced with an all encompassing wildness of which we are an intimate part.