You drop, rise as a kite on the wind,
dainty, so delicate, and naturally pretty.
How a spiders trap could secure such a jewel.
Fellow petals lean over in jealousy,
keen to join you in flight, on a journey.
I would set you free but then you would be dormant,
not free, to ride on the breeze.
My niece Samantha is Head of Mathematics at a secondary school in London. She is totally dedicated and loves her chosen career. In saying that, her days are full of stress and she works very long hours. She wrote the above piece while sitting in her garden watching a petal caught on a spiders web. For a brief moment she forget the stresses and strain of the day and was at one with nature.........
The photographs are mine.....not exactly what I wanted but near enough.......