The Spider..........
In the depths of a forest glade
Among flowers and their shade,
The architect of spiralled braid
Spins his threads of silky plaid,
Industrious and unafraid
Weaving a net of sticky brocade,
Glues his web to a grassy blade
Inconspicuous the snare is laid,
The Butterfly..........
Under scented summer skies
Her delicate wings fall and rise,
To taste natures sweetest prize
Upon kaleidoscope fresia lies,
Lured into the petals disguise
Innocence is spun in silken ties,
Nectar dripping tears she cries
Unhindered by her beauty dies.
The Spider, The Butterfly And The Wren
Robert Horton