In shadows deep where secrets lie,
The serpent glides with a whispered sigh.
Its scales reflect the moonlit night,
A dance of shadows, pure delight.

Beneath the stars, where dreams unfold,
The serpent’s tale silently told.
It weaves through grasses, soft and low,
A gentle river’s silent flow.

With eyes that gleam like ancient lore,
It moves with grace across the floor.
In silence kept, its secrets bind,
A world of wonder left behind.

In nature’s rhythm, calm and still,
The serpent’s path, a winding thrill.
A creature wise, of strength and grace,
A silent guardian of this place.