In shadows cast by moonlit glow,
The spider weaves her tale of night,
With silken threads that softly flow,
She dances in the silver light.

Her web, a tapestry of dreams,
Catches whispers of the breeze,
In quiet corners where she schemes,
Her artful traps sway with ease.

Beneath the stars, her secrets lie,
In patterns spun with patient grace,
A world unseen to passerby,
A hidden realm, a sacred space.

Yet fear not her delicate art,
For in her web, a story spins,
Of nature’s rhythm, each tiny part,
In her embrace, a journey begins.