The forlorn tree
reaches its demise
Profiting fungi to envelop
To revolutionize

Buds encompass its place
Sprouting one by one
Mounting space
Shooting, sprying
Up toward the sun
Growth abounds
Limiting none

The forest’s harmonious dance
Working together, Peacefully
Creating a world, Genially
In which each piece is paramount
Impossible to discount

I marvel At the designation
Without communication
The systems inherently
Collaborate, Integrate

The woods intrinsically
Administers
A synergy of fixers
Not resisters
Creating harmony
Conjointly

It is time that
The world Realize
And utilize The allies to civilize  
The impossible feat
Of this impossible world

He shows himself,
Sullenly,
Right on time
As dinner is served

His tiny,
Slender body
Creeps
Out of the shadows

Each of his 8 delicate legs
Step cautiously
Taking me in

He is careful
Knowing
One misstep
Could change
His fate

His web
Catches the light
Glimmering
Only for an instant

His, no – her,
Sac of babies
Strewn upon it

I stare at my dinner
And up at my guest
The gentle touch
Of my pinky
Could diminish her

But this tiny friend
Has a family
Has a home
Has a life.

Ideally her home
Would be built
Outside of mine
But a home
Nonetheless
Afterall,
All are welcome here

So the guest
Presses on
Toward my
Untouched plate

And I
am left
With a quandary