Faith

It's such a hard struggle, watching the weaving

A swinging back and forth in order to connect

If you fail, start all over again, when it is finished

The previous orb may be ruined by anyone 

Webs, intricate and beautiful, set like a gem

The landscape littered with them, all are an act

Of faith, to finish one is a work, over and over 

On display as they try to finish, make beautiful

The delicate precious bands that give life, light

It could all be for naught as they are easily 

Broken, destroyed by the unaware, yet each 

Weaves again and again, never losing sight

Prizing the finish, job well done, rest in the glory