Weaving spider eight-legged web
hangs full of pearls in the morning.
Dew drip makes up quickly
to the jewel show of the alders.
First rays full of shine
penetrate from the cloud shutters.
Balls show trembling dance,
Mother-of-pearl shimmers on the threads.
Gallery in bush and tree,
Jewelery show only for short hours,
then the whole dream lapses.
Knit leg heals spiral wounds.