Webs Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Webs

In my backyard,
Planted vegetables,
Tomato, cucumbers.

Mint grew, harvested!
There, saw the spiders!

Though great, is normal!

Asked questions:
'What for? Why? '

Some told me:
'From God.'

Some tell me:
'Nature wants! '

I am not satisfied!
I am not satisfied!
I am not satisfied!

The insects know green,
Master is the Spider,
In hunting, setting web!

Can't sleep,
Keep thinking!
Ask questions:
'Who taught? How? '

Repeated, are replies,
Repeated, are replies,
Repeated, are replies!

I am not satisfied!
I am not satisfied!
I am not satisfied!

Who taught the spider?
Mastery, making web! ! !