In the whispering meadows, where wildflowers bloom,
A gentle rabbit dances under the moon.
With fur so soft and eyes so bright,
It leaps through the shadows, embracing the night.

Amidst the clover, in a burrow so deep,
The rabbit rests, in dreams it will keep.
With every dawn, a new adventure to chase,
Through fields of wonder, in nature’s embrace.

The morning dew glistens on blades of green,
As the rabbit awakens to a world serene.
It wanders through forests, by streams and glades,
Exploring the secrets that the earth pervades.

Listen closely to the tales it might share,
Of hidden paths and magic rare.
In the heart of the meadow, where stories entwine,
The gentle rabbit’s journey is a tale divine.