Spider Webs

 **Nature's Lattice**

In the quiet wood where shadows play,

Nature weaves her art both night and day.

A lattice of branches, a web so fine,

A delicate balance, a design divine.

The light filters through with gentle grace,

Casting patterns in its soft embrace.

A dance of contrast, of dark and light,

In the silent grove, a painter's delight.

Each branch a line in a story told,

Of seasons changing, of new and old.

A network of life, intertwined,

In the quiet wood, a peace we find.

So let us marvel at nature's feat,

Her intricate work, so subtly sweet.

For in her lattice, we see the truth,

Of beauty's eternal, unfading youth.