Wise one

I have a spider
Who lives in my car
She likes to travel with me
So far
From the forest to the sea shore, she
Balances emotions constantly

She is rather big of course of the artistic set
Weaves her webbing finely to a gossamer style net
She is there close to my door
And sits beside me more and more

It would be easy to brush her free
Kill her then she would’nt be
At my right hand giving me
The wisdom of the Spiders, we

Must always remember around us are
The starry ones
And they are far
From alien for they choose to be
Close to us eternally