Just Have Hope

I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth-- Assorted characters of death and blight Mixed ready to begin the morning right, Like the ingredients of a witches' broth-- A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth, And dead wings carried like a paper kite. What had that flower to do with being white, The wayside blue and innocent heal-all? What brought the kindred spider to that height, Then steered the white moth thither in the night? What but design of darkness to appall?-- If design govern in a thing so small. ~Robert Frost This poem is not mine but I love it! There is so much depth in just two paragraphs. I actually got to study this poem at school and I fell in love with the meaning of it.  The poem talks about a spider, a moth, and a white flower. Typically we see a spider as a bad thing since it tends to be scary and eats other things. We could see the moth as innocent and good since it doesn't do m...