a Bad Day to be a Spider

After another casual night without even trying to sleep, I stepped out back on this cool, cloudy morning and stood in the soaking wet grass-smoking my morning cigarette and drinking coffee #3...
Among the verdant leaves and vigarous colors: battered by pounding rain drops, the desperation and decline of the Spiders looks stark. Entangled between flowers flaunting life and death: spider-webs look like sheets of snow or ice.
While the entropy and chaotic ways under which life spontaneously prevails or plummets is eternal, today these saturated spider-webs do not inhibit the growth of some Godly flowers and their Sunlight plight.
Fighting for life, the bright pink flower climbs higher and higher for more of that fleeting, warm, fuzzy-feeling Sunlight. As if covered by a glass ceiling-the weight of the watered down web won’t stop life...good day for flowers, bad day for spiders -does anybody give a fuck about this, or are they just pretty photos???