Within the confines of my balcony garden, a spider weaves,
A web of perseverance and strength, it believes.
With delicate limbs and eight piercing eyes,
A spider spins her web beneath darkened skies.

Oh, how she trembles with each captured breath,
For her existence is under constant threat.
A feverish dance of life, she must lead,
In the face of adversity, she must proceed.

An artisan of silk, she crafts her snare,
With patient precision, void of despair.
Her nimble fingers work to weave a dream,
Intricate patterns, a marvel it seems.

But her journey is plagued with unanswered...