Silky threads

Weaved with extreme care

Its maker repeats its creation each day

its threads making you come ever closer

Although its maker can steal your life

And its eight legs will haunt your mind

Its creation’s beauty is too powerful to resist

In the morning sun it shines

And the dew creates an even more beautiful sight

Without it surely we would lose our fight

For when the mighty gale has blown

It still stands strong

And wins every time the wind calls