Poem about snails

 The Snail’s Slow Dance

A tiny traveler, slow and true,
With a shiny shell of every hue.
Across the earth, in quiet grace,
The snail glides on, a steady pace.

Through morning dew, it makes its way,
A quiet wanderer, day by day.
No rush, no hurry, no need to race,
Each moment savored, every place.

A spiral home upon its back,
A secret world in every track.
With silken trails, it marks the ground,
A quiet story, softly found.

Under leaves and in the grass,
The snail’s journey will always pass.
In every inch, a life unfurls,
A tiny, humble piece of the world.

So let it roam, without a care,
A patient traveler, unaware,
That though it moves at such a crawl,
It teaches us the most of all.