Tonga

What it is to be a spider,
Strong and fearless come what may,
Powerful and mighty
As it leads us in the fray,

And then to weave such magic,
To know its art so well,
To trap us in a web of matter,
And cast us in a spell,

And then at end of day, it rises
One last time to tell,
Of Universal wisdoms tall,
So we can begin to meld

The all of who we are as One,
And know, in times to come,
The spider as our Saviour true,
Who leaves us now to hum.