Beneath the moon’s gentle, silvery gleam,
Serpents slither in a silent dream.
Their scales shimmer in the twilight’s glow,
Whispering secrets only they know.

Through emerald forests, they weave and wind,
Leaving trails of mystery behind.
With every shift and every twist,
They dance to the rhythm of nature’s mist.

Eyes like jewels, glistening bright,
They navigate the darkest night.
Guardians of shadows, keepers of lore,
In their presence, the forest roars.

Elegant and swift, they glide with grace,
In the wild, they find their place.
Serpents of the earth, ancient and wise,
Under the stars, their spirit lies.