The small spider spun silk
Webs woven well to fill
A cradle crystal clear
What wonder will it carry
Will hunger have its way
But worry not, oh worry not
Arachnid like a speck
For surely not, it would be wrought
The cycle would commence
As if it wove, the webs of life
It would unfold, the threads entice
Create a home, for just a bite
To eat...
Garden of Thoughts
By Blackenedrose_
Poems of the beauties of nature, and horrors More