In the shadows where the moonlight gleams,
A spider weaves her intricate dreams.
Threads of silver in the night’s embrace,
A tapestry spun with delicate grace.

Whispers of wind through her silken lair,
Each thread a story, spun with care.
Patiently she waits, in quiet repose,
For the secrets the night gently bestows.

Her world is silent, yet full of life,
A dance of shadows, free from strife.
In the web’s embrace, time seems to cease,
A realm of stillness, a moment of peace.

As dawn approaches, she retreats away,
Her masterpiece glistens in the break of day.
A symbol of patience, resilience, and grace,
The spider’s world, a mysterious place.