In the forest, where the bears roam free,
Among the trees so ancient and tall,
Their strength and grace, a sight to see,
As they wander through nature’s hall.

The whispered winds, their secret tales,
Of bears who tread on paths unknown,
With gentle might and silent trails,
They carve a world, their own, alone.

Beneath the stars, they find their rest,
In dens that keep the cold at bay,
A mother’s love, a cub’s warm nest,
In shadows of the night, they lay.

Seasons change, yet they remain,
Eternal guardians of the wild,
In sun and snow, through joy and pain,
The bear’s pure heart, forever mild.