Hello,
My name is Viola,
And I wrote this poem with children in mind.
I wanted them to realize their own self-worth,
Just like the spider in this poem.
But then I was nudged at my heart's base that,
No,
This message is for everyone.
This is a reminder.
We are all valuable and have a special place on this beautiful earth.
Yes,
You are a spider,
Written by Viola.
Yes,
You are a spider,
At times a creepy crawler.
It's hard to ignore you.
You keep laying eggs,
Casting a shadow on the wall or floor.
And who else has eight hairy legs?
I heard that you've been hiding,
Feeling sad and blue,
With names like ugly and scary being aimed right at you.
Who can blame you for not understanding your self-worth,
Even after having existed for over a hundred million years on planet Earth?
You,
Dear heart,
Are a recycler,
Contributor,
And a master designer,
Spinning silk into a beautiful web.
You produce venom,
Which aids in the creation of so many needed drugs.
Dear spider,
What a blessing to our ego system.
I hope now you can see your light.
Take a rest,
Sit in the day,
And move freely through the night.
With love to all of you.