Golden Orb Weaver Poem by Juan Olivarez

Golden spider weave you web,
Into an orb so unique.
To bad you've not the gift of gab,
To share you secrets with me quick.

Working at night so quietly,
With speed no one would believe.
You build your orb so happily,
In a space of time that is so brief.

By morning a new creation,
Sparkles with the morning dew.
And in just one nights duration,
She's done what no one else can do.

The Golden Orb Weaver Spider,
An arachnid engineer.
Nothing else can stand beside her,
In building dreams, she has no peer.

6/28/10 Alton Texas