Who's Black, Who's White!

Early in the dawn light, 

When the sun starts to rise, 

A snail crawls into our view, 

Surprised to see us. 

Its shell is as dark as night. Moving slowly through dewy grass, 

It's said that its trail is a harsh warning. Of fate that may befall you.

This black snail, it is thought, 

Will bring disaster to our day. 

It is a sign of death, a bad omen, 

From which we must stay away.

A white snail, on the other side of the grass, 

Is a creature of good fortune and fate, 

And its trial is always a blessing, 

Bringing joy and hope to all who see it.

With its pristine and brilliant shell, It moves at a steady speed.

A positive omen in its grace,

A symbol of all that will be alright.

So, as we begin each day anew, 

Let us remember these snails, 

For they remind us of life's paths, 

Both good and bad, old and new.

While their colours may appear stark, 

And their courses may divide sharp, 

We must accept each path as a task, 

And let life unfold its own mask.