In the hush of the evening’s gentle glow,
A rabbit leaps where wildflowers grow,
Beneath the silver of the moonlit skies,
In the quiet, where the soft breeze sighs.

Through the whispering grass it softly treads,
Following paths where the twilight spreads,
Its heart a drum in the night’s serene,
In the world where shadows weave unseen.

Amidst the stars that twinkle bright,
It dances on the edge of night,
A fleeting spirit, a silent dream,
In a world where reality and fantasy gleam.

With eyes like embers, burning clear,
It listens to the night’s hushed sphere,
A guardian of the dreams we chase,
In the moonlit meadow’s warm embrace.