Arachne

In the silence of the ancient grove,
we bow with humble hearts and minds
honoring the eight-legged delicate weave
their webs a testament to nature's craft.

Through the stillness whispers of their lore
threads of existence crossing patterns
in their presence we find harmony
balanced in the cycle of life’s design.

Oh gentle spirits of the eight legs
we celebrate your ceaseless toil
crafting wonders in the air between breaths
your webs the stars of earthly skies.

Beneath the moon's serene glow
your artistry shines bright and clear
a lesson in patience and subtlety
in each thread a tale unfolds.

With every dawn your work renews
a testament to resilience and grace
silent keepers of the ancient ways
in your dance the universe’s embrace.

From your wisdom, we draw strength
in the tapestry of existence
guided by your gentle whispers
through life’s intricate dance.

In reverence, we chant your name
guardians of the fragile thread
may we honor your sacred craft
in the web of all living things.