One day I watched a little spider

Weaving her mysterious thread

Round and round she traveled

Spinning her silken web.

The morning dew was kind to her

Causing her web to sparkle and shine

Charging dew drops into diamonds

Fantasy on my mind.

She moved so slowly, it seemed as if

She wasn’t moving at all

But soon she had draped the little tree

That stood by the garden wall.

The design she wove was beautiful

She asked for no fanfare

No audience or applause

Just floating in the air.

The little spider was filling her role

In God’s perfect plan of creation

Leaving her web of diamonds

To my imagination. 

Nita Noble