The True Beauty of the Web
Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2018 4:59 am
I sit here. . .
My eyes watching upon the moon and the stars as they proceed in their midnight dance.
I sit here. . .
As the sounds of nature emit their ever peaceful chimes of crickets and rattles of flaked leaves with glades of grass.
I sit here. . .
As time moves by and the world proceeds to turn along its axis ever so.
And as it turns,
I watch the results,
A single bird,
Then a nest,
Then two birds,
Three,
And time goes on. . .
"Time. . ."
Something i never understood clearly,
But something i have grown to accept,
It takes this thing,
"Time. . ."
To achieve, to overcome, to perfect.
I use this thing,
"Time. . ."
To reflect,
To adapt,
To morph myself ever so closer to that of which i need to be, to achieve what was asked of me so long ago.
The world turns.
And i turn with it,
The lands change.
And i change with them,
The animals evolve.
And i evolve alongside them.
Here i sit, watching the moon fall and the sun rise another time more then i can remember. I sit along this tree branch in this new world before me. This new world, This new forest i now call home.
And even in my home i am challenged. I slowly shift my head downward and see my challenger. A large behemoth slowly slithering up the tree of which i claim my domain.
It challenges me and it slowly wraps around my body tightening it's grip upon me as it shows it fangs in attempts to assert its dominance. The grip tightens the fangs clamp and the blood sheds. I watch this predator from within its grip, and it watches me. But in the end even its grip was loosened as another moon fell and the rays of the sun took its place. For hours me and it sat, our eyes locked upon one another until finally its grip loosens completely. I tilt my head to the creature, but it pays me no mind as it seems the fear it let off was not enough this time. And without another gesture the predator moves on eager to spread its fear amongst the weaker willed vermin who litter this forest as I do.
I watch it for a while,
From within my web atop a grandfather tree,
Spending that one thing that is so precious to me,
To analyze this creature.
"Time. . ."
And here I sit. . .