In the moonlit meadow, soft and serene,
A gentle rabbit hops, a silent dream.
Wrapped in fur of the palest white,
It dances alone, beneath the night.

Through the tall grass, it weaves with grace,
A whisper of peace in this quiet place.
Eyes like stars, reflecting the sky,
It pauses to listen to the night’s sigh.

The trees stand tall, guardians of the dark,
Watching the rabbit leave its mark.
Every step a gentle kiss,
On the earth, a moment of bliss.

Oh, gentle rabbit of the night,
Hopping through dreams, a delicate flight.
Wrapped in silence, wrapped in joy,
You are the moon’s tender envoy.