In the silent glade where shadows weave,
A serpent glides with quiet grace,
Its scales a tapestry of dusk and dawn,
A secret keeper in this hidden place.

The world lies still, a breathless pause,
As it slithers through the emerald sea,
A gentle hiss, a whispered call,
In the heart of the forest, wild and free.

Moonlight catches on its sinuous form,
A silver thread in the night’s embrace,
With eyes like polished stones of ancient lore,
A guardian of time, a keeper of space.

What stories lie within its coils?
What secrets does its silence hold?
In the serpent’s dance, the earth’s own tales,
In its gaze, mysteries unfold.