In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where shadows dance and sunlight broods,
The gentle giants tread their path,
In silence, away from nature’s wrath.

Beneath the ancient, towering trees,
They wander with a tranquil ease,
Their fur a cloak of earthen tones,
Their presence felt in ancient stones.

Through streams that sing a melody,
They roam with grace and liberty,
Guardians of this sacred land,
With mighty paws and gentle hand.

As dusk descends with twilight’s hue,
The bears retreat from human view,
In slumber deep, they dream and rest,
Nature’s gentle giants, forever blessed.