Behold the fiery threads nimbly stretched Exposing seed within.

Revealing necessary death of self to bring sustaining life for the very meek.

The pod itself hold what’s dear, but unable to make its presence known, let’s go the finest filaments like stars announcing worth.

They’ll come – drawn to the light.

They’ll freely take the gifts revealed.

They’ll taste pure delight.

Without the light would any know? Would anyone come?

Would the cherished seed perish wasting it’s one moment unfulfilled?

Made for the light to illuminate. Made to showcase what is within. It’s there all along – The light lets us see.