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In shadows coiled, a serpent's grace,
With scales that shimmer, a mystic chase.
In gardens deep or deserts wide,
The snake, a creature, can't be denied.
A sinuous dance in the moonlight's glow,
With venomous fangs, a deadly woe,
Yet beauty lies in its elegant form,
A creature of nature, both fierce and warm.
Through ancient tales and folklore's lore,
The serpent's role forevermore,
A symbol of wisdom, rebirth, and strife,
A guardian of secrets in the circle of life.
In jungles dense and riverside,
A creature of wonder, its secrets hide,
A symbol of change, shedding its skin,
A reminder that life begins again.
So, let us not judge by the fearsome hiss,
But honor the snake, in nature's abyss,
For in its presence, we find a clue,
To the eternal cycle of life, so true.