A Bird in Weaver’s Heart

Every weaver behind the loom,
The loom of a thousand threads,
Threads that act like fences, dancing through the grasses,
Flying over rivers and oceans, seeding the soil to give life again.
Every weaver has a bird in her heart,
A small red one that’s always there,
To dance, to fly, and to seed instead of her behind the fences of the loom…