In the shadows of the night they glide,
Silent whispers in the grass abide.
Scales shimmering under the moon’s soft glow,
Their presence ancient, a tale of long ago.

Through the tangled branches they weave,
Secrets of the earth they silently leave.
Guardians of mysteries, deep and profound,
In their silent dance, wisdom is found.

Beneath the stars, their paths unfold,
In every coil, a story told.
Their eyes, like jewels, reflect the night,
Navigating realms out of sight.

In their embrace, a world concealed,
The truths of nature gently revealed.
Keepers of paths, both old and new,
In their gentle sway, the world renews.