Attached between the branches of an artist’s chosen trees a masterpiece of nature quivers gently in the breeze. Caressed by gentle rainfall it holds fast within its stays, the sun creating diamonds as the lacework lightly sways.
But looks can be deceptive, our perception can be wrong. This filigree’s not fragile, but miraculously strong and made with no attention to emotions humans feel. This work’s a mere contraption made to catch a tasty meal.

Another terrific poem Jenny! Loved your one about punctuation in the School Magazine, too.
Jenny, I adore your poem!
Kristin
Love the word descriptions. Lovely.