In the grass, so still and bright,
A slithering shadow moves in the night.
With scales that shimmer, sleek and tight,
The serpent glides, a silent sight.

No footsteps echo, no sound is made,
Through the underbrush, it softly swayed.
With eyes so keen, a gaze so cold,
A creature of mystery, brave and bold.

It coils and weaves, in graceful dance,
A symbol of nature’s hidden trance.
With venom or charm, it plays its part,
A creature of wonder, a work of art.

Fear not the snake, in shadow’s keep,
For it too, in silence, dares to creep.
In nature’s web, it finds its place,
A keeper of balance, with quiet grace.