I Found Time To Weave Today
Hold The Precious Straw Basket In Your Hand
Many baskets piled up high
They are open to the sky
Each have many different purposes and uses
The basket weavers are left here from a forgotten time
They have spent their lives with fine workmanship you try to describe
Each basket a true beauty of love
Woven from straw and tight knit to hold together forever
With pride and percision to make everything so perfect
Time consuming and monotonous it must be
Hours upon hours of painstaking effort
You tried to complete the task you started out to finish
But it never was done
Something happened that took you by surprise
That stopped you on the spot that you now lay
The great volcano errupted
Lava pouring out like a fountain of fire
Soon covering everything in its tracks
No chance to run no chance to hide
You remained patient and just weaved until it followed its fatal path
There was no peace
There was no reason
Life is constantly changing and all around us we can clearly see
How everything is different suddenly
If we watch and take a careful look we see a caterpillar turn into a butterfly
We can watch the wind blow and take a tiny seed to its destination
We can sit quietly and watch how nature controls all things
We may feel powerful and strong
But it is mother nature who will always win in the end