Dewey spider webs heavy with silver droplets. Silver nets stretching across the grassland, anchored on stalks of prairie grasses gone to seed.
Sunrise revealing hidden treasures only visible in the tender morning light. Each fragile sparkling filament shining, beaded with tiny droplets.
A fit garment for the most elegant of fairies.
Each web woven in a time honored pattern of breathtaking beauty.
Do not blink or you will miss it. The enchantment is fleeting.
Pearly dark storm clouds roll out of the west covering the sky, shading the sun. I am one with the moving cloud banks.
Trees and leafy bushes dip and dance in the afternoon breeze. I am one with the swaying branches.
Robin sings an insistent song. I am one with the singer and the song.
Bird shadow passes over the dappled green earth. I am one with the gliding darkness.
Tiny ants march in formation carrying heavy burdens. I am one with their purpose.
From my vantage point I see all. Like a spider in a web, I feel the vibrations of all that occurs.
No living being, no rock or stream, no shell on the beach, no fallen bird, no abandoned nest, no grain of sand escapes my notice.
I am one with all things.