In the meadow where dreams reside,
A gentle rabbit roams the night,
Beneath the stars so calmly bright,
Dancing softly, pure delight.
Through the forest, shadows play,
Whispering leaves, a soft ballet,
The rabbit’s heart, a gentle sway,
Guided by the moon’s silver ray.
With ears attuned to nature’s song,
It hops along the path, so long,
Embracing night where it belongs,
A tale of peace, serene and strong.
As dawn approaches, skies turn blue,
The rabbit rests with dreams anew,
Awaiting night with morning dew,
In the meadow, calm and true.