In the whispering woods where rabbits roam free,
Gentle paws tread softly beneath the trees.
Moonlit paths weave tales of ancient lore,
In shadows deep, they dance forevermore.

With eyes like stars, they watch the world unfold,
In burrows warm, their secrets softly told.
The rustle of leaves sings a lullaby sweet,
As night embraces earth in its quiet retreat.

Morning dew glistens on fields of green,
Where rabbits frolic in the golden sheen.
Their playful hearts beat with the rhythm of spring,
In harmony with every living thing.

In this tranquil realm, peace finds its place,
Among the gentle creatures of grace.
The rabbits’ world, a haven so serene,
A testament to nature’s wondrous scene.