I danced along a coloured wind
The spider who owned this web really didn't appreciate the way I kept accidentally knocking the branches their web was connected to, so they ran and hid... but he/she made something beautiful, so I couldn't resist!
A little stream, drawn by the magnets of air and light,
And flowing like time, like copper forming,
is the thread n a spider's web.
Pools of silver shimmer,
from one leaf to another, from one path trodden
to another on the soft ground.