by Raven Sharp
Over time things can change drastically. Take a peek at the story of this web.
|A sparkle from the morning sun,
the dew that came and now is gone,
the shining light that reveals all
the wonder of a web so small.
The strength of everlasting threads,
held up by pretty flowers heads,
to stand against the winds that blow,
against the dew and rain and snow.
A silky thread still dangles down,
from dried flowers standing ‘round.
Torn by hand that wandered through,
and flowing with the breeze that blew.
That web was woven overnight,
by a tiny spider’s might,
Some home to stay, a place to live,
With shelter, love and food to give.