The cobwebs were not the dusty sinew of horror movies, yet freshly fashioned and occupied by their proud eight legged engineer.
In the cobweb of white spun beauty sits the proud architect with sober patience.
Come the daylight the cobwebs are purest strands of nature's adornments.
The lacework of the happy spider stretches out between fine branches, freely moving together in every welcome summer breeze.
A cobweb in the arena of nature is a thing of beauty, able to conjure awe in the souls who welcome its magic.
The cobwebs in those trees were the jewels of the spider's world, an art constructed yet welcoming the gales that swept them away and created canvas anew.
The cobwebs, those woven strands of white, greet the daylight with a patient and nonchalant beauty.