the spider
weaves its web
in elegant spirals
around the trunk
of the old oak tree
a shimmering golden cape
beneath the deep blue
it's a beauty
not lost on the fly
once again considered vulgar
and unattractive
the fly
moves through the air
in concentric circles
under the clear horizon
of the dark night sky
a mountain yet to climb
beneath the deep blue
it's a beauty
not lost on the spider
who wants nothing more
than to light up her heart
the spider and the fly
stand side by side
in mutual attraction
on threads of silk
their dreams become clearer
it's nature at its best
a tangled web of love
and they want nothing more
than to follow each other
forever and a day
beneath the deep blue