In this morning, I did find
A clearing by the tall tree vines,
Sun Beam o'er the leave reveals,
Diamond thread fill with zeal.
Waving out to me as the gentle breeze blows,
Joining leaves to leaves and made light flows.
Intricacy, beauty and pattern did i see,
Knowing the weaver lay hidden, waiting, maybe for a bee.
" Not for honey did I spin, silky web of iron net,
But for that breakfast, lunch as well as bed."
Lo I see a Spider Web.
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