Art Meets Nature
“The Artistry of an Ati Woman”
Her hands are nimble, swift and strong,
As she weaves the vines all day long,
Creating beauty, piece by piece,
A native handicraft, a masterpiece
Her fingers move with ease and grace,
A rhythm in each gentle embrace,
As she weaves a story with every thread,
of her culture and traditions, so richly bred.
Her hands bear witnesss to a life of toil,
Of stories and struggless, of sweat and soil,
A legacy passed down from generation before,
Preserved in the vines that she carefully explores.
With every knot and every stitch,
Her hands bring to life a tale so rich,
Of her ancestors, of her land and sky,
A tapestry woven with love, and with pride.
Oh, the hands of an Ati woman,
So skilled and wise, a true artisan,
Her craft a symbol of strength and resilience,
Her hands a testament of her brilliance.
Her hands are nimble, swift and strong,
As she weaves the vines all day long,
Creating beauty, piece by piece,
A native handicraft, a masterpiece
Her fingers move with ease and grace,
A rhythm in each gentle embrace,
As she weaves a story with every thread,
of her culture and traditions, so richly bred.
Her hands bear witnesss to a life of toil,
Of stories and struggless, of sweat and soil,
A legacy passed down from generation before,
Preserved in the vines that she carefully explores.
With every knot and every stitch,
Her hands bring to life a tale so rich,
Of her ancestors, of her land and sky,
A tapestry woven with love, and with pride.
Oh, the hands of an Ati woman,
So skilled and wise, a true artisan,
Her craft a symbol of strength and resilience,
Her hands a testament of her brilliance.