Serpent of the Bay

In the fog of the morning, where the waters meet the sky,

A legend glides beneath the waves, whispering a sigh.

Sixty feet of mystery, a serpent spun in dreams,

Emerald midsection glistens, catching sunlit beams.

Hexagonal scales shimmer, like jewels in the blue,

A guardian of the depths, old tales brought anew.

Oh, the fishermen speak low, tales woven in the night,

Of the creature in the bay, a haunting, graceful sight.

Serpent of the Bay, gliding through the foam,

With a padded belly, she calls this water home.

Dance beneath the ripples, in the heart of San Francisco,

A song of ancient whispers, the ocean’s soft echo.

In the twilight’s embrace, when shadows start to play,

Echoes of her laughter chase the daylight away.

Cerulean tides beckon, beneath the crescent moon,

Secrets held in silence, beneath the gentle croon.

Every wave tells a story, each swell a gentle sigh,

Of a serpent in the waters, beneath the foggy sky.

Serpent of the Bay, gliding through the foam,

With a padded belly, she calls this water home.

Dance beneath the ripples, in the heart of San Francisco,

A song of ancient whispers, the ocean’s soft echo.

So come near the shoreline, where the legends meet the day,

Listen for her calling, let your worries drift away.

Every myth is a memory, every tale is a frame,

Of the serpent through the bay, forever in the game.

Serpent of the Bay, in the tides, you still remain,

With your beauty, you remind us, we’re all part of the same.

A dance of serene waters, in the heart of this embrace,

You linger here forever, in the quiet, sacred space.