It starts with fibres, weak and fragile.

The fibres dance around each other, ever closer, ever tighter.

Becoming yarns strong enough to mend.

The yarns dance around each other, ever closer, ever tighter.

Becoming strands strong enough to bind.

The strands dance around each other, ever closer, ever tighter.

Becoming ropes strong enough to haul.

Ropes, made of strands, made of yarns, made of fibres.

We, weak as fibres, draw together ever closer, ever tighter,

Becoming strong enough to move the world.