In the silent shadows where mysteries lie,
The serpent slithers with a watchful eye.
Its scales shimmer in the moonâs gentle glance,
A creature of wisdom, in a secretive trance.
Through the tangled forest, it glides with grace,
Leaving a trail, an enigmatic trace.
Whispers of legends, ancient and old,
In the serpent’s eyes, tales are told.
Coiled in patience, it waits with might,
A guardian of secrets, hidden from sight.
With every movement, a silent song,
Of nature’s balance, where it belongs.
In the heart of the wild, it reigns supreme,
A symbol of power, a living dream.
Respect the serpent, with scales so bright,
For it is a keeper of the night.