The Corner

Sometimes I sit alone my room.

Just me and my thoughts.

And there's this corner.

It's not a special corner.

Just a plain, white corner.

This corner just sits there.

It never does anything special.

One day, I looked at that plain, white corner.

And in that corner, sat a spider.

It wasn't a big spider.

The spider was quite small.

But this tiny spider made a web,

In this normal corner.

This tiny spider made a home,

Out of a simple corner that does nothing.

The corner isn't very special to me.

But to this little spider,

This corner is very special.