Conclude

Fallen from a hellocopter
With blades and no net
Flying through fluff.
I'm more than just a trinket
To be worn on a cuff.

Landed in a lake
Green and quite deep
Sinking in solutions.
I'm more than just a sweet
To unwrap and eat for grins.

Trusted in the trustworthyness of a snake
Black, red to yellow.
Left here with nothing to take
And only water to swallow
I wallow.

Finished with I find my freedom
Lost as I, wondering the depths.
A metamorphagi in my dome?
Dangerous little pets.