Spider's Web

Let us tend to the enigma called life, More silent then a spider’s web; For the patter of one’s lost intent Is gone like this morning spent Until the worth of our lives have past us by Never to return, And memories trapped in a spider’s web Has past through its woven thread For here the air of spring’s rebirth Blow’s warm and sweetens the day, Till the silent thread of a spider’s web Is gone like this morning spent