When the days stretch into evenings
When the evenings slip into nights
When the minutes pull together
Silken threads greet the sunlight
When the days span into months
When the months spin into years
With the silken moments carted
Iridescent strands will then appear.
When the threads run through the loom
When the tapestry unfolds
What might have been weak and faded
Becomes more beautiful and bold.
We are the weavers and the spinners
So each tapestry is our own
We ourselves must choose the colours
Before the edges can be sewn.