In the moonlit meadow, soft and still,
Hops a gentle rabbit, with a heart to fill.
Whiskers twitching, eyes so bright,
Dancing shadows in the night.

Through the grass, it makes its way,
Seeking dreams at the break of day.
Ears perked high, always aware,
Of the secrets that the night may share.

Beneath the stars, it finds its place,
A silent guardian of the tranquil space.
With each step, a story told,
Of courage and a spirit bold.

In the hush of the midnight hour,
The rabbit blooms like a hidden flower.
Its gentle whisper, a song so sweet,
Echoes softly, where dreams and reality meet.