In the heart of ancient whispering woods,
Where sunlight dances with shadows deep,
Roam the gentle giants in serene moods,
Guardians of secrets the forest keeps.

With fur like velvet, in colors of earth,
They wander through meadows and streams,
Their presence a symbol of nature’s rebirth,
In a world where reality meets dreams.

The rustle of leaves beneath mighty paws,
Echoes like whispers of time passed by,
In harmony with nature’s laws,
Beneath the vast and open sky.

In their eyes, the wisdom of ages old,
A silent story of life and grace,
In every step, a tale unfolds,
In the gentle embrace of their space.