Cobwebs in the Corner

The spider doesnt know, till the wind begins toblow. What fate will, ever, have in store for it. To build among the trees could tempt the gentlebreezeTo test the strength of gossamer and wit. And as the web breaks down, and it tumbles tothe ground,It is taken as a lesson learnt it life. Challenges are memories, with pride, the spider clings to these,For these are blessings hidden in the strife. The silken thread that binds it to foundations left behind it,Is all the spider ever has to trust. Web after web may tear, but the spider knows, somewhere,Theres a place where its efforts will prove just!Never be de-swayed, dreams are dreamt not made,But with faith and passion, dreams can all come true. When everything seems crazy, and perspective looking hazyThen the spider needs to get another view!As it comes across a wall, the spider has to crawl. Or like many others turn, and crawl some more. So as its fate directed, to the corner, now protected,The spider spins a banner to its war. Memories and chances, experiences, romances,Are captured in the web of life and skill,Loved and well protected, revered and respectedThe cobwebs in the corner linger still.