spider song

-An unfinished spider line-

The red night is over
The roots in the sand spread with the slight moistness of silver morning dew

The roots from the east are
A hand to restore the track to today
The roots that extend west
A foot on a path that is still developing
The root to the south is
Still a secret mouth
To the root poured north
Eyes who are burned in love and lose sight of their purpose

I hear a lot of your rumors
I understand that silver morning dew is not yours alone

If my roots will someday reach your roots
Please accept it then