DREAM W EAVER Nestled in the soft earth
beside the path,
you see a little yellow spider.
If you're quiet and listen,
maybe you can hear its feet
on the sparkling web.
Seeing you, Yellow Spider
seems to pause,
her legs like threads.
"Don't be afraid, little spider."
You smile.
Yellow Spider rests
and floats, silently.
So tiny,
yet the closer you look,
the bigger she gets.
A sudden wind,
and the trees hum,
the branches creak,
and Yellow Spider's web shimmers,
like wind across a pond.
But she hangs on
and you stay with her.
The whole world
is in these leaves.
Yellow Spider's world is yours...
A raindrop on a fallen leaf is a forest pool.
An ant comes along Stops.
Touches the water.
Too deep. It backs up and circles around.
A tiny snail oozes along.
A giant ! You watch, as still and silent
as Yellow Spider.
Then around a bend-crash, thrash, crash.
A hiker. "Watch out ! The spider !"
Too late.
When you look down
you find Yellow Spider on a leaf
beneath her broken web.
"There you are."
In the last light
you lift the leaf
and place Yellow Spider
near her tattered threads.
She waits, then begins to weave.
Yellow spider glows like the evening star,
gleaming over the sea
beside the crescent moon.
You want to stay but it's time now.
Time to go home.
"Good-bye, friend. Good night!"
You run in the moonlight
down the mountain path
to your home in the valley.
That night in your room,
you climb into bed and close your eyes.
In your window
the evening star
hangs like yellow Spider
on her invisible thread.
you drift into sleep and dream.
You are weaving a web, flinging it out-
catching fallen stars.....
then tossing them back to the night,
where they belong.
Good night.
Dream Weaver.
by- nathan London
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