In the whispering woods, where bears roam free,
Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Their mighty forms move silently,
In harmony with the gentle breeze.
Through the dappled light, their shadows play,
On forest floors where secrets lie,
Guardians of the night and day,
With watchful eyes and gentle sighs.
They wander through the golden glades,
Where rivers sing their endless song,
With each footstep, the earth cascades,
In rhythm with their journey long.
In the heart of natureâs grand design,
Bears find their path with grace and might,
Their spirits in the wild entwine,
A testament to natureâs light.