The Silent Dance of the Serpent

In the stillness of the grass,

It moves unseen,

A ribbon of silence,

A whisper of the earth itself.

The serpent does not rush,

It waits,

It watches,

It teaches us patience

Without uttering a single word.

For ages,

It has been called cursed,

A symbol of betrayal,

Of fear,

Of venom.

But look closer —

Behind those unblinking eyes

Is not only hunger,

But survival.

Not only danger,

But balance.

The snake sheds its skin,

Leaving behind the past,

Renewing itself,

Teaching us

That to grow

We must let go.

How human this lesson is —

And yet,

We call it monster.

Its hiss is a song of warning,

Not of cruelty.

Its fangs,

A shield,

Not an attack.

To some,

It is death.

To others,

It is medicine,

Venom turned healing,

Danger turned cure.

The serpent is not just an animal.

It is a mirror of our fears,

A reminder that what we hate,

We often misunderstand.

For within its dance

Lies a truth:

Life itself is winding,

Unpredictable,

Silent…

And powerful.

Thank you so much for reading.🖤🖤🖤