The Drop

The drop.

Rain stopped, sun started,

the silken web survived

the rain, in the hedge. The sun hits

the drop, on the web, in the hedge.

This tiny drop breaks the mighty

 sun beam into magic.

Colours stream to the eye, but many

eye cannot see.

Too infra, too ultra, too

far from spectrum centre.

Colour changes, the spider dances

cross the web sending signals

to my eye see the spider,

eat the  fly,

 Light of life from the sun, through

the drop, on the web, in the hedge.

Water of life for the garden in

the drop, on the web, in the hedge.

Tremor of death for the fly from

the drop, on the web, in the hedge.