Beneath the leaves, in shadows deep,
A serpent coils, in silence it keeps.
With eyes that glimmer, secrets unfold,
Ancient tales in whispers told.

Scales that shimmer in the moonlit night,
A dance of grace, a silent flight.
Guardians of secrets, keepers of lore,
In their presence, the forest roars.

Through the grass, they slither and sway,
A mystic presence in the light of day.
Nature’s enigma, a riddle untold,
In their gaze, mysteries unfold.

With every glide, a story unfolds,
Of ancient times and legends of old.
In the serpent’s dance, the world aligns,
A timeless rhythm, nature’s design.