In the shadowed depths of verdant woods,
Where ancient secrets softly sleep,
A serpent weaves through tangled roots,
Its path a whisper, dark and deep.

Beneath the moon’s ethereal glow,
Scales glisten like silver streams,
Silent guardian of the night,
Keeper of the forest’s dreams.

With every glide, a story told,
Of time unbound, of nature’s grace,
The serpent’s dance, a timeless waltz,
In the heart of this mystic place.

Listen close to the rustling leaves,
Feel the pulse of the earth’s embrace,
For in the serpent’s gentle sway,
Lies the endless song of space.