SNAILY

In gardens lush where petals bloom,

A traveler creeps amidst the gloom.

With shell of spiral, home on back,

A snail explores its leafy track.

Slowly gliding 'neath the moon's soft glow,

Through ferns and moss where cool winds blow.

A tiny world of moistened trails,

In gentle whispers, it unveils.

With patience etched in every crawl,

It moves through shadows, short and tall.

Leaving shimmering paths behind,

In solitude, its peace defined.

 Oh, humble snail, in armor dressed,

With nature's grace, you are blessed.

A silent wanderer of twilight's hush,

In dew-kissed silence, you gently brush.

In every curl of shell, a story lies,

Of quiet courage 'neath starlit skies.

From garden beds to forest glades,

Your journey weaves in serenade.

So spiral on, oh traveler small,

In twilight's realm, where moonbeams fall.

For in your pace, slow and serene,

Lies the beauty of the unseen.