Itzel Montalvo

     Each spring after the first monsoon, the little snake would come out of his home and let himself wander. The little snake carefully exits and travels through the woods that Nature created, avoiding prying beings that panic at the mere sight of him. The little prince only had Nature as his friend, but Nature was the only friend he needed.
     Each winter Nature built the hibernaculum that kept him safe. Nature sent him streaks of sun that
melted through the thick and profound snow, and with not a single absence, told the snake it was time to get up from his long-lasting slumber.
     At night Nature turned dark enough for him to hunt, nourishing him, giving him an opportunity to
survive. Something he always thanks Nature for. When the thunderous and striking storms were approaching, his kind friend warned him through the signs of clouds.
     Each summer, Nature kisses his scales with a refreshing breeze. The water that had poured down was a sent miracle that brought the woods and all creatures to life. The little snake respects, but does not fear, the roaring power of Nature.
     Throughout the torrent and unstable weather, the human structures are blown away and their
inventions destroyed and turned into shambles. The snake, however, never loses the ability to find
the perfect cover and continue his legacy by tracing his path, letting everyone know that he is
still alive.
     Each Autumn Nature gifts him with leaves that he uses to hide from voracious eyes. The temperature has dropped and the snake stops eating, mating season has ended, and the food is scarce, everything begins to die down and a new cycle is about to begin.
     The little prince peacefully closes his eyes and falls asleep knowing well and trusting that Nature
will wake him up once again next Spring.
     Other much simpler minds didn’t take the time of the day to stop and appreciate nature, underestimating it due to its silent whispering.

     The snake however knows well that his friend does not judge, whereas other beings dimmed him
as an unappealing and grotesque creature, the blindness of Nature is willing to shelter and protect
those that stop to listen to its quiet voice.