The serpent slithered through the valley
Searching for a whole
That it could make into its alley
Comfort its warm soul
A million tadpoles in the river
Searching for some land
They feel the air and then they quiver
Changed by unseen hand
The serpent sheds its skin renewing
life and then it feeds
On tadpoles swimming by--it's doing
What it must and needs
Upon the bank thick grass is curling
Hiding fear and food
Beyond the banks, the water's swirling
Life pulls back its hood
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