A special bond one cannot see

It wraps us up in its cocoon

And holds us fiercely in it's womb

It's fingers spread like fine spun gold

Gently nesting us to the fold

Like silken thread it holds us fast

Bonds like this are meant to last

And though at times a thread may break

A new one forms in its wake

To bind us closer and stronger,

In a special world, where we belong.