Stirred by the snake’s words, he thought of his fate,
The dog valued his paws, his own sturdy gait.
For while he could not fly, he'd run and he'd play,
Chasing his tail in the sun's golden ray.
He ran through the meadows, with joy in his soul,
A dog with a spirit that learned to feel whole.
For flying or walking, each dream has its place,
In the heart of a dog, or a snake's gentle grace.
The dog thanked the snake, for the lesson he'd learned,
To cherish each moment, for which he had yearned.
For in every bound, in each leap and each stroll,
He'd honor his treasure that carried his soul.
If you feel lost, remember this rhyme,
Dreams take many shapes, that’s just part of the climb.
Value who you are, and don’t ever despair;
Like a dog or a snake, there's magic to share!
CLARA’S GIFTS
In a cozy cafе, under warm golden rays,
Clara pondered and pondered, lost in a haze.
What to gift her dear friends, with love that entwines?
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