Listening to every heart
Surely you’ve watched a spider easily spin its web?
But have you ever seen it get ready for it to go to bed?
In the early dawning, before the morning sky is pink
that busy spider begins to unweave it’s web, and I think
she absolutely knows what she’s about, gathering in her threads
leaving no trace of her nightly domicile before she’s gone abed.
Except, you might know, for the leader line,
that tensile of solid spider-rod, thicker than most,
usually attached from a point north to a point southern,
at which, come night, the spider comes back wherein
she spins her nocturnal lacework for her evening meal
and I think if spiders could but speak, of her work she’d boast.
Nature is amazing, don’t you ever wonder
that while we sleep, the spider sits and ponders.
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow