In the silent woods where shadows play,
A gentle rabbit finds its way.
Beneath the moon’s soft, silver light,
It dances through the quiet night.
With every hop and every turn,
The forest secrets it does learn.
In whispered winds and rustling leaves,
A world of dreams it soon perceives.
The gentle rabbit, swift and free,
A guardian of this mystery.
In twilight’s glow, its spirit soars,
Through hidden paths and ancient doors.
As dawn approaches, night takes flight,
The rabbit fades with morning light.
Yet in our hearts, its tale remains,
A gentle whisper in life’s refrains.