With patience and a prideful stitch,
With finest cloth in hand,
She sits to do her timeless task;
To weave a barren land.
With threads of blue and needle’s point,
She sews a seamless sky.
A touch of while silk here and there,
And clouds debut on high.
As spools of green roll to the floor,
And miles of grass abound,
She finds the tone to paint the seas;
and patch some lakes around.
With ne’er a though, she snares more thread,
A brilliant reel of gold,
And with some bits of silver string,
The Sun and Moon unfold.
by Dr. Harold Arnold (1990)