Dew drops on garden spider’s web
remind me it isn’t the spider
who is special, it is her designer.
My hands earned no talent
my face, no beauty
save like the spider
the reflection of a designer.
Dew drops on garden spider’s web
remind me it isn’t the spider
who is special, it is her designer.
My hands earned no talent
my face, no beauty
save like the spider
the reflection of a designer.
