All through the night she works, tireless, never ceasing to spin her silken thread

The perfect creation of nature's lace. A new silken shimmering
web

No hand of man could ever produce such a perfect work
Of art

With all the computers and modern technology we wouldn't know where to start

A silken thread floating on air is gathered up and put in its
place

All this in the darkness without pattern or plan she creates natures
beautiful lace

Each silken strand is stronger than steel, stronger than anything man could produce

All this from a spider spinning a web, silk made from natural
juice

With the coming of dawn and a new rising sun a sight that is sure to amaze

Every tree, every bush, every gate post
Draped in a gown of gossamer lace...