A riddle for thee.

I stand watch under the desert sky,

as I have watched with amazement the passage of time.

I have seen both good and evil, and

Many a tale, I could tell, if I only had voice to speak,

or the ear of one that could hear.

Silence has locked this beauty within,

as another day passes with the wind.

Who am I that could weave this tapestry of words,

and tell you the secrets of this desert world,

for many dreams have passed under the scrutiny of my ever watching eye.

I weave a web of intrigue,

So look and listen if you can,

for if you ever come to this desert land

you may get a glimpse of me.

I will leave you with a clue.........

Native Americans use me....

What Am I

Who am I......

I have a name...

But today, I am a spider.