In the heart of the forest, where shadows dance,
Roam the gentle giants in a tranquil trance.
Beneath the moon’s soft and silvery light,
Bears wander silently through the night.

With each step they take, the earth does sigh,
Echoing the whispers of the starry sky.
Their eyes gleam with a wisdom old,
Tales of the forest, quietly told.

Claws that dig deep into the ancient ground,
Searching for secrets yet to be found.
They move with grace, a silent song,
In the whispering woods where they belong.

Guardians of nature, fierce yet kind,
Protectors of the mysteries that they find.
In the moonlight’s glow, they stand so tall,
The gentle giants, revered by all.