A survivor

A snail crawls slow, across the land,

Its shell a home, a portable stand,

As it navigates, through life's maze,

A survivor, in the game of life's craze.

But an enemy lurks, in the shadows near,

A spider, so fierce, it strikes with fear,

And as the snail crosses, a treacherous path,

The spider awaits, with a venomous wrath.

But the snail is clever, in its own right,

And knows when to hide, and when to take flight,

And when the spider strikes, with deadly intent,

The snail slips away, with a swift descent.

Gravity, a force, so strong and true,

Pulls the snail down, to the water's blue,

And as it falls, the water breaks the fall,

Saving the snail, from the spider's call.

And so the snail lives, to see another day,

To crawl and wander, in its own unique way,

A symbol of perseverance, and strength so true,

A reminder, that even the smallest can breakthrough.