In the depths of the forest green,
Where shadows dance and dreams convene,
A gentle creature hops with grace,
Leaving whispers in its trace.

Beneath the canopy so vast,
It moves unseen, but never fast,
Through hidden paths and secret nooks,
As if from some enchanted books.

With ears alert and eyes so bright,
It ventures forth in pale moonlight,
A silent guardian of the night,
In meadows bathed in silver light.

Oh, how it leaps with joy and cheer,
A symbol of the wild sincere,
A rabbit’s tale, so pure and free,
In nature’s heart, forever to be.