I am the Spider

Today I watched a tiny spider crawl across the screen of my bedroom window.
Compared to the amazing view of the river, the trees, the hills and the clouds that lay just beyond my window,
that spider was so small.
I thought to myself,
I am that spider.
In contrast to this vast and wondrous world,
I am so small.
Then I thought of how that little spider spins a web.
No one can do it quite like him.
No tree or river can spin silky strings so fine.
No cloud or hill can weave such spectacular patterns.
Yes, I am the spider and no one else can spin a web quite like me.