alright, i keyed something up...mainly because i'm getting drunk tonight and wont be able to drop later on.
this is a thinking piece, enjoy.
A Spider's Web
the unnoticed in nature, curtained marvel treasures
flavors unknown by serpents gardening pleasures
such beauty in acres, shadowed by smarter methods
a brazier's fire supply lined with cardinal feathers
but picture a spider, a natural craftsman
her every action in life, devoted to passion
every motion influenced by the fashion of her silk
emotion is focused everytime that she builds
something so small, odd how its so important
the truth of it all, is not easily supported
what escapes our eyes, shapes entire lives
fuels the flame until the fire dies
now picture that same spider, beyond what you see
her very life consists all in what she weaves
her home, her work; her essence is shared
yet ignored by the world...not even a care
subtle is the truth, her life an example led
the well being is ample, compared to better off dead
all time exists alike, without noticing the web
but all life insists, on hanging on by its threads
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