As morning breaks on a new day dawning,
rain pours cradling puddles in open cracks;
dew forming on blades of lush grass...while
spider spins a song full of gossamer dreams,
with no concept of my presence
busy on its journey as it weaves,
silently progressing...each strand
a thread of nature's sweet melody.
Your complex movements inspiring
so whimsical in motion...resemble
the dance of the seven veils...or
the flames from a burning fire,
as drops of rain cascading...pluck
at your delicate harp of fine yarn,
gracing your work with their pearls
of wisdom; achieving perfect harmony.