Tiny weaver,
Dance for me,
Spin upon a,
String or three,
Weave a story,
Tell a tale,
Set your life,
Upon a gale.

Tiny weaver,
Set your twine,
Base it well,
Take your time,
Just one moment's,
All you need,
Draw your line,
And succeed.

Tiny weaver,
Do not fret,
Naught you do,
Will you regret,
For mistakes,
Cannot be made,
Not when forming,
Your facade.

Tiny weaver,
Almost through,
Not much more,
Is left to do,
Set yourself,
At center stage,
The turning of,
The final page.

Tiny weaver,
Dance is done,
Shining in,
The blazing sun,
So rest a while,
My dear friend,
And wait for,
Beginning to end.

Tiny weaver,
You've found bliss,
Drenched in simple,
Sunrise' kiss,
In your home,
Within a gale,
You will always,
Tell your tale.

Tiny weaver,
I will not,
Forget what,
You have taught,
Genuine,
Bliss they say,
Never really,
Fades away.

Tiny weaver,
I know you,
Know bliss passes,
Like morn dew,
So with each,
Day that dawns,
Bliss must be,
Newly drawn.