Bag of Spiders
Bag of spiders, crawling like mice
From the deep pit, they all rise
Unto the world that waits outside
For, they don't need to fear and hide
For, it is time to see the light
And face a world that's fair and bright
Where they can make their vivid mark
Filled with amber and crystal spark
Where they can climb the highest mountains
And dare the dash of looming fountains
Where on the high trees, they can hike
And hang around wherever they like
Where they can dare the gust of air
Whether it is troubled or fair
And leave a molded path to follow
For sons and daughters of tomorrow
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