In the quiet corners where shadows creep,
The spiders weave their tales in silk so deep.
Under the silver glow of the moonlit sky,
Their artistry unfolds, as time passes by.

With gentle grace, they spin their threads,
A tapestry of dreams where silence spreads.
In webs of wonder, they capture the light,
Dancing in the darkness, hidden from sight.

Their fragile homes, a testament of might,
Built with precision, in the cloak of night.
Whispering secrets to the passing breeze,
They sway with elegance among the trees.

Oh, silent weavers of the starry dome,
Your webs a kingdom, your night a home.
In the shadows you find your place,
A testament to nature’s delicate embrace.