The web is a crystal canvas,
Ever flowing, like a river,
Bringing worlds and folks together,
And as we try to organize,
Where we write in stained glass,
A rainbow of information,
At our fingertips so fast.
From one idea to the next,
Colorful bursts of human knowledge,
Ideas spanning the globe so vast.
At lightning speed our thoughts entwine,
Then diverge in many directions,
Like the leaves upon a vine.
All that passes before our eyes,
The web grows ever larger,
And dwarfs our humble tries..