From gossamer threads crystal beads hung
swaying in the breeze, catching the sun.
A sparkling canopy resting on grassy blades,
this little palace out of fairy tales.
Too many have craved this home’s silvery lights
and too late found they’ve been locked in tight.
Into this delicate web they’ve all been lured
that silken tongued spider had all of them fooled.
It’s been said – “not all that glitters is gold”
with discerning minds, ask what the heart should hold?