SILVER SILK

Here he sits out of the wind, so he thought.
To his amazement a glitter catches his eyes.
Did you come from afar?
Or, did you fall from the limb, above his head?
You're a bright silver stream as the sun strikes,
Your slender form.
Though you could be a magnificent crystal
Formed by the morning dew.
Now you are the ground.
Will you stay, or will you fly again?
To ride the currents as far as you can.
Although, you can hold the mighty locust,
You gently bend in the wind.
Such a fragile thing, and yet so strong.
The magnificent strands of a spider's web.