The glistening of each blade held captive,
Sways in the sunlight.
Dazzling the watchful naked eye,
Open to its sparkle and allure,
That stops to observe this marde gras.
In this moment, the world haults.
Leaving only freedom, to observe,
To breathe in all that can be achieved.
Laid bare as it is, draped in clarity and wonder,
The spectre that is the spider’s web on grass.
This is our world in action without announcement.