In the quiet corners of the earth, where shadows dance and whispers curl,
A spider spins its web with grace, a purpose clear in every trace.
Silken threads weave dreams so sublime, a testament to pure design,
More definite of purpose, true, than the wandering paths men pursue.
With each deliberate, patient move, it crafts a home, a trap, a groove,
While men, in their chaotic chase, often lose sight of time and space.
The spider knows its role, its fate, in nature’s grand and intricate state,
A lesson in the art of being, in the beauty of simply seeing.
So let us learn from this small beast, whose purpose is its life’s great feast,
To find our path, our reason, clear, and live with purpose, void of fear.
For in the spider’s silent spin, there’s more direction found within,
Than in the myriad ways of men, who search for meaning time and time again.
The Home Plate Mindset 