The Saga of Prosperous Snow Continues |
Friday, August 18, 2017 The Orb's Web A spider spins and weaves all night, From her tiny body, She spins silken strands Recreating her webbed home, According to nature' build-in plan. As I watch the spider spin, Weaving her stick web, I perceive the hand of God, In the evolution of the web. In the spider web I see, Nature's beauty unfolded, Adaptation to the highest point, Is in the orb's molded. Poet's Note: ▶︎ |