A spider holding onto its web.
Yet, the wind holds its mercy back for no one.
The spider perseveres, but not by its own strength.
Its web needs to be flexible and strong. Just like friends.
The spider will need something–as we need someone–to hold on to during the storm.
A monarch flutters by, although its path seems pointless.
Its journey is sure.
Its migration is programmed with purpose by one from above.