So intricately
Woven,
As if of
Silk Thread,
To gaze
Upon
A Spider's Web.

Sunny Day,
Beams
Breaking
Through.

Green leaves,
Swaying
Effortlessly.

It lays
High up,
Balancing
Steadily,
Despite
A constant
Breeze.

Holding
Securely,
The captured
Souls of
Unfortunate
Fates.

Quickly spun,
Encapsulated
Tombs
Afloat...

She waits
For the next
Prey,
Weaving
Her artistry,
Day by day.

Life-
In a
Spider's web.