When you see a witch coming you will flee For nobody likes to be turned into me Run away fast, with a swish of your cloak, For soon you might be forced to croak

I weave a hidden net of threads; I feast on the fallen, yet raise your bread; I trade with roots for sugared dues; I paint the meadow in moonlit rings; A cap without a crown, what am I?

I tell you the worth I grow beneath the earth I get color from the Dutch But I'm nothing but a cut

I am a swirling empire of stars, unseen in my entirety by the naked eye, held together by gravity's might. My dust clouds birth and cradle stellar fire, and ancient light reveals my vast desire.

I hide the light, but I am not a thief, I appear for a moment, not for long. I am but a cosmic dance, played between earth, moon and sun.