In the realm of serpents, mysterious and grand,
There lies a marvel, a sight so unplanned,
Within the scales, a jewel, a sacred art,
The eye of a snake, a window to its heart.
Oh, the eye of a snake, a captivating gaze,
A prism of secrets, in a serpentine haze,
It glimmers with wisdom, deep and profound,
Reflecting the wonders of worlds unbound.
A serenade of colors, a kaleidoscope dream,
In hues of amber and emerald, a vibrant gleam,
Like liquid jewels, they shimmer and dance,
Enchanting all who dare cast but a glance.
Within that iris, a glimpse of ancient tales,
Whispered echoes of wisdom that never fails,
From time immemorial, it has borne witness,
To nature's truths, in every subtle caress.
In those depths, one finds a mesmerizing depth,
A labyrinth of mysteries, quietly kept,
A mirror of instincts, untamed and wild,
Yet, a gentle innocence that leaves one beguiled.
Oh, the eye of a snake, a window to its soul,
A silent storyteller, with tales untold,
It sees the world with an ancient knowing,
A testament to life's endless flowing.
Through jungles and deserts, across the land,
The eye of a snake watches, unwavering, grand,
A sentinel of nature's timeless design,
With a gaze that holds secrets, both yours and mine.
So let us marvel at this gift bestowed,
The eye of a snake, a treasure untold,
For in its depths, we find a glimpse of grace,
And the boundless wonders of nature's embrace.