The web of life seems simple,
Yet like a fork on a road.
Ripples sent through this web,
Delicate strands re-route.
Stirring through a fear,
I hold my breath like a string.
Gentle, soft but strong as a web,
Like barbed wires strapped in.
Threads have a special beauty,
With colours so well defined.
Every thread can be woven,
Like a knot…in time!