The glistening strands of the pearly web

glitter in the sunrise.

The gentle breeze makes it sway from side to side,

just like the leaves on the tree.

If you rip the web,

you rip long hours of hard work. 

I guess I can relate to this.

But it doesn’t stop me from accidentally destroying 

them anyway. 

The lies they told spun me a web.

One that shines in the sunlight.

Someone find a stick and get rid of it.