In the still, moonlit glade, where the whispers thread,
A snake and a frog meet .
One of earth, one of water, together they slide,
In the dance of the living, with nowhere to hide.

The snake, sleek and silent, a whisper in grass,
Seeks wisdom in shadows where the quiet moments pass.
The frog, with its leap, sets the night air astir,
A symphony of life, in a single blur.
In their silent ballet, under the sky's vast dome,
Lies a deeper truth where wild spirits roam.

For life is the stream, and they are the swimmers,
In the dance of existence, where light shimmers and glimmers.
Each a part of the other, in the nature cycle streamline
Bound by the beauty in the space between dreams.