one small spider
A spider carfully steps across its web covered in dew, strung in between some leaves over a brook going into a water fall. it is so small dangling over a beautiful river. crystal blue water rushing past not stopping to notice small gleaming coins in between rocks. at the brim of the water fall. large boulders to sit on to view the tall red wood trees tipping procariosly towerds the sun that filters through the leaves on to one speacial and magical spot. an earthy smell rises from wet rocks drying in the sun. hidden treasures covered in mud never to b found, mist from the morning dripping off of any plant that might of been in the space. a tiny drop hits the surface of the water golden from the sun and break over the water fall and falls into a quit pool. huge rocks and a beautiful sun, tall redwoods so big and dangling in the leaves over a roaring water fall and boulders, over forever lost treasures, and old, dead yet colorful leaves. small dangling spider weaves his web as the sunsets in his small glistening web and small delicat body a small spider, one small spider, his beautiful, his treasure, his big world.