RDP SATURDAY – Weaves

The spider weaves its web to entangle and ensnare its victims. Trapped in the sticky threads, they struggle to escape. The spider’s web traps dewy raindrops so the web glistens and looks magical until the sun rises anew.
Sunshine then weaves its own magic. The warmth of it’s rays nourishes and relaxes tired muscles, untangling the knots and stresses of daily life.
Wind blows gently through the spider’s web, breaking the delicate strands of silk. Night falls – and the spider begins to weave its magic again. In the morning there will be more wild and unwilling insects crash-landing into the trap. A breakfast feast for spiders yet also an intricate web of beauty to behold.

Such is the circle of life in the summer garden.

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Great writing! Was captivated by every word 👏 xxx
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Thank you – Just as long as you weren’t ‘entangled’ in the web – lol
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Hahaha! 😂 love it!
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