Lessons From Elders

In the pale wake of morning,

I sat by the tide

To find a small spider,

Who sat by my side.

He sat and he spindled,

Creating no harm.

Just his morning routine:

Weaving his arms.

He paid me no heed

As he solidly worked

To catch fly upon fly,

Who will jerk and will jerk.

His house, never ending,

Will always expand

Until it becomes

A mountainous clan.

And as he grows old

To his children he’ll give

A tale of the girl

Who just let him live.