In the quiet meadow where moonlight spills,
A gentle rabbit hops with grace,
Through hidden paths and gentle thrills,
In the night’s soft, embracing space.

Beneath the stars that softly glow,
He finds his way through grassy seas,
Where whispered secrets softly flow,
Carried by the autumn breeze.

His heart beats with the rhythm of night,
A song of peace and tender dreams,
In the moon’s embrace, a tranquil sight,
As he dances by the silver streams.

And when the dawn begins to rise,
He rests within his hidden home,
With dreams of stars in his gentle eyes,
Until again, beneath the moon, he’ll roam.