The snail of thought, a slow and steady pace
Leaving a trail, a winding, curious chase
Crouching in shadows, hiding from the light
Refusing to answer, keeping to its own plight
Glistening in its shell, a liquid shimmer
Tasting the wind, a sweet and salty simmer
Smoke of fires, a scent that lingers on the air
Crackling thorns, a symphony of nature\'s flair
Rising temperature, a sign of change ahead
Considering options, every path to tread
Attending each phase, embracing the unknown
Crumbling into ground, feeling not alone
Losing place in sand and gravel, feeling displaced
Listening for the clash of weeds, in a tangled embrace
Wondering where the snail will go, on its mystical way
Following its journey, through night and day
The snail of thought, leading the way
Leaving behind a trail, in every moment and day
A symbol of resilience, in the face of all odds
The snail of thought, a journey to applaud. (\"The Snail of Thought\") by Courtney Weaver Jr.