In the whispering woods, where bears roam free,
Amidst the towering pines, in harmony they be.
Their gentle paws tread softly on the earth,
Guardians of the forest, in their silent mirth.

Through rivers wide and valleys deep,
Bears wander where the shadows creep.
In the golden light of dawn’s embrace,
They find their path, a tranquil place.

The seasons change, as time flows by,
Yet bears remain, beneath the vast sky.
In winter’s hush and summer’s glow,
In nature’s rhythm, their spirits grow.

So let us learn from their gentle grace,
The quiet strength in their embrace.
In the whispering woods, where bears roam free,
A world unfolds, for you and me.