The Gentle Heart of the Rabbit

Soft as morning dew,

Gentle as a dream unfolding,

The rabbit moves—

A fragile whisper of life,

Yet stronger than it seems.

Its ears,

Always listening to the hum of the world,

Teach us that awareness

Is not weakness

But survival.

The rabbit lives between shadows and sunlight,

Between fear and freedom.

Every step is cautious,

Every heartbeat a drum of uncertainty,

Yet it still runs,

It still leaps,

As if hope itself pushes it forward.

Humans call it timid.

But is it not courage—

To rise each day

Knowing danger hides in every shadow,

And still,

To eat, to love,

To build a home

In a trembling world?

The rabbit reminds us

That gentleness can endure,

That speed is not always escape—

Sometimes it is determination.

Its silence is not emptiness,

But prayer.

And its eyes—

Wide, unblinking,

Reflect a truth we often forget:

The smallest lives

Carry the deepest wisdom.

Like the rabbit,

We too are hunted by unseen fears.

We too must choose

Between hiding in burrows

Or running into the open field.

And perhaps,

Like the rabbit,

Our strength lies

Not in teeth or claws,

But in the quiet, steady beating

Of a brave and fragile heart.

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