Oh Gentle Spider

Spin your web, oh gentle spider Gentle spider maker of wondrous things In a hazy morning dew so splendid With your sticky string so mended Simple life is what you kindle So concentrated on your quilt A breeze runs past a cooling shadow You sway, so gently, gentle spider Natures’ humble weaver The fly your only griever Elegance your finest spindle Content amidst a web you built. Beauty streams from your elegant steps Around you go gentle spider, tiny spider How much more is the grand design Reflective in your sticky twine. A flickering of spirit dwindles So precious as a flower’s wilt. Longing to sit for hours in your presence Waiting for heaven’s breath to guide me To your grassy hiding place To shiver in a gown of lace Beyond the blossomed flower bed You - hanging by your gentle thread.