Slithering through the emerald blades,
Whispers in the grass, a silent parade.
Eyes like jewels, gleaming in the night,
Serpentine shadows, full of fright.

Coiled in patience, they wait and sway,
Guardians of secrets, by night, by day.
Scales that shimmer, tales untold,
In the heart of the forest, legends unfold.

Through ancient roots and fallen leaves,
A dance of wisdom, nature’s reprieve.
The hiss of time, a fleeting sound,
In the world of snakes, mysteries abound.

From desert sands to jungle green,
They traverse realms, both seen and unseen.
Creatures of myth, of lore, of lore,
In their silent glide, we find much more.