The Spider In The Garden Poem by Warren Brown

The little spider has worked all day,
back and forth, round and round
his labour is a work of art
he's built a web sublime.

It was strung between the flowers
beside the woodshed path
he caught a moth or two
in darkest evening light.

Morning's come, all light and bright
the web now filled with jewels
the little drops of dew
refracting rays of sunlight.

The breeze is moving gently
thru the garden it does go
the web moves to and fro
waltzing to a tune unseen.

I wonder at the nature of things
what part the spider plays
what part the moth doth play
in the greater scheme of things?

There's both death and beauty here
its been going on forever
and I guess that I in turn
will cycle thru, just like the spider!