Come with me, I’ll introduce you to the weaver of the fields…

Come with me, I’ll introduce you to the weaver of the fields…
I know the place where we can watch Her weave…
You will see that Her patterns are all fashioned after dreams…
Ah! Here come the singers and the dancers!

Not a bad way to pass a dreamy springtime day…
Here, where there are no jewels or fancy cars…
With time you will be able to understand Her degrees of fineness…
And the different qualities of Her greens and blues.

But while we are watching…

Take my advice and never eat the milkweed…
Or try to suckle from the teet of a goat…
The weaver does not like this kind of behavior…
And neither will your stomach or your butt (experience!)

Back to the poem…

The weaver uses all the earth’s materials…
After a while you’ll see that nature is just many forms of the same thing…
That love is when we discover we have known each other from the beginning…
And that true giving is exchanging the gifts of this earth.

Who knows where the weaver has come from…
I think She has been here before the beginning of time…
Her hands always creating, Her love never ending…
She smiles when She notices you and me.

I love you,

Annie