In the quiet of the evening’s glow,
Beneath the silver moon’s soft light,
The rabbits dance in gentle flow,
Weaving dreams into the night.

Their ears catch whispers in the breeze,
As stars watch from the velvet sky,
Among the rustling of the trees,
They leap and twirl, as if to fly.

The meadow’s cloak, a lush embrace,
Cradles their playful, fleeting race,
In every step, a secret trace,
Of joy and life in boundless space.

With dawn’s approach, they fade away,
Into the earth, where shadows lay,
Yet in the heart, their dances stay,
A memory of night’s ballet.