A snake named Rose

When the snake was a child

She began to walk

Only so late a child as the rest of nature

A flower always finds a way to let its petals blossom

When the snake started to walk

Soon she discovered what it meant to run

for she ran faster and better than any other creature

Flowers now knew what it meant to truly bloom

When the snake started to realize she was running so fast

she could not savor enough

She began to slow down

She grew to find the love of others

Like the sweet scent of a flower draws in the bees

When the snake started to stop and take a breath

Her breath was taken away

Her lovely legs she'd used to walk and run and then stop

Were forced open and held down

Like a flower being plucked and pulled apart for ones own satisfaction

The snake grew fangs to inebriate her enemies with toxins

grew to unhinge her jaw to devour even the biggest and strongest of threats

Her soft skin shifted to serpentine scales

her little legs shed off with her skin as she decided no one could ever force them open again

Her arms left her too as she no longer wished to hold another except to constrict

She no longer resembled a flower

When the snake became the snake

She thanked the gods who blessed her for who she became

for she prayed and prayed for the change

She finally understood

All flowers shed their petals

As all snakes shed their skins