Beneath the ancient canopy, where shadows softly play,
Mighty bears wander, in the light of breaking day.
Their paws leave gentle imprints on the forest floor,
Silent guardians of nature, they seek nothing more.

Through rivers swift and icy, they trace a path unseen,
Masters of the wilderness, in coats of brown and sheen.
With every turn and whisper, the forest sings their lore,
Echoes of their presence, in the mountains evermore.

When the night descends softly, under a starry dome,
Bears find their solace, in the woods they call home.
The moonlight paints their journey, across the emerald glade,
In nature’s grand tapestry, their stories never fade.

Seasons come and seasons go, yet their spirit remains,
In the heart of every forest, where harmony reigns.
In the whispering woods, where bears roam free,
Lies the timeless dance of nature, wild and beautifully.