Life I am of both your directions Existing more with the cold frost Strong as a cobweb in the wind Hanging downward the most Somehow remaining Those beaded rays have the colors I've seen in paintings - ah life they have cheated you... thinner than a cobweb's thread sheerer than any but it did attach itself and held fast in strong winds and singed by leaping hot fires life - of which at singular times I am of both your directions - somehow I remain hanging downward the most as both of your directions pull me.