In the shadowed glen where the tall trees grow,
The bears tread softly on paths they know.
Their eyes gleam bright in the moon’s pale light,
Guardians of the woods through day and night.
With mighty roars that shake the ground,
They claim their realm, where peace is found.
In dens so deep, they find their sleep,
Dreaming of rivers where salmon leap.
Their fur so thick, a shield from cold,
Protects the young and the bold.
They forage and play, in nature’s ballet,
In harmony with the forest each day.
As seasons change, their journey goes,
Through lands of ice and blooming rose.
The bears endure, strong and pure,
Eternal symbols of nature’s allure.