Patiently I Wait:

May the wisdom of the serpent be thine, Close to the earth, as it lives on the ground. Into the forest, we follow the hind, Knowledge surrounds all, waiting to be found. Secretly I sit, silently in awe, Captivated by all the breathing trees, Esoteric in nature, I see more, Against my face, I feel the warmest breeze. Time stands still when you're sitting on a hill, I drift off into a deep calming spell, My soul is replenished, it’s gained its fill, As if I've taken a drink from youths’ Well. Those secrets that fall from heavenly heights, Are gathered by those who turn on their lights. /|\ (10 syllables per line)