Spiderwebs

Spider's web, a nature's marvel,

silk threads woven into masterpiece, 

giving us a scare or fascination, 

when it appears, stealing attentions. 

In morning's hush, a silken snare,

like a crystal palace, spun on air,

arranged in sheets, tangling or funnels,

so thin, yet spun in extreme angles. 

Eight legged architects, creating iconic shapes,

using language of nature, Fibonacci's sequence, 

a thin liquid, hardened by surrounding air, 

harder than steel, still flexible and durable. 

Tangled chaos, yet so ordered,

a product of vision and hard work, 

for the dwelling, security and hunt,

while waiting for a potential prey. 

From sunlit strands to moonlit lace, 

a silent symphony, is being played,

as the web sways with the wind,

in scrubs, houses and the trees. 

For, in its threads, the universe is spun,

a fragile wonder, under the rising sun. 

and we walk, through this silken hall, 

caught in the magic, enthralled by its show...