The thread is so fragile
  glistening, only visible
In this ray of sunlight
  if you walk through
It will break and be gone
  you cannot appreciate
Its fragility, or it glistening
  because unknown it is gone
In an instant through folly
  just mot seen as the
Precious gift which dangles
  left by some unseen worker
In the night, set out to catch
  the first rays of morning light
Not meant to last beyond
  and we are left to mourn
The loss of beauty in our lives
  because it seemed so