In the heart of the ancient grove, they dwell,
Mighty bears with stories to tell.
Guardians of secrets, shadows they cast,
Whispering woods where time moves fast.

Beneath the canopy, in twilight’s embrace,
Silent sentinels of this sacred space.
Their eyes hold wisdom of ages gone by,
A silent roar beneath the sky.

Through seasons of snow and blossoms of spring,
The forest hums with the songs they sing.
Their paws tread softly on the forest floor,
Echoes of legends from yore.

When dawn breaks and the night recedes,
The bears awaken, fulfilling their needs.
In the whispering woods, they stand with pride,
The silent guardians, forever our guide.