In the backyard where the sun gets bold,
A snake rests, its story yet untold.
On warm ground, it dreams with eyes aglow,
Awaiting adventures, ready to show.

With a stick, I'd play and pretend,
Wondering where dreams and stories blend.
Prayers whispered, a wish in the air,
"Make use of me," with courage to dare.

One day, life sheds its old attire,
Through stones, it flows, fueled by fire.
The future dances, a wavering tune,
In my throat, like a flame, it'll bloom soon.