Spiders make their webs in trees
Dare I climb for sites to see
Though I know them, but not where
I have seen a spider, and I'm scared
Me, I am a frail Fly
To climb a tree or even try
Would mean my death because of need
To see above the canopy
Spider, Spider are you there
Afraid I am and unaware
Still, I'll climb up to the highest leaf
I need to know, Please let me be
A spider met the little fly
And with smile, let him by
The fly now free could finally fly
Into the sky, he waved Goodbye
(05/30/2020)
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