The spider spins away all night
Under the beams of the golden moonlight
Her gossamer webs she spins and weaves
It’s beauty spreads from trees and leaves
Her magic silver thread she spins
She has no need for needles and pins
Her magic patterns glisten in the light
Forming ghost like patterns in the night
The spider’s web is a work of art
Sheer magic, beauty from the heart
When winter comes all is not lost
The web is covered with a pure white frost
Her lace would grace a wedding gown.
With silver droplets for a crown
As daylight welcomes the day ahead
Our industrious spider goes to bed.
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