"Whispers of the Meadow"

In fields of green where wildflowers bloom,

There hops a creature, nimble, to assume,

A bunny with fur as soft as the breeze,

Eyes gleaming with innocence, a heart at ease.

With twitching nose and cottony tail,

It leaps through meadows, a joyous trail.

In dappled sunlight, its dance takes flight,

A playful symphony, pure and bright.

Oh, little rabbit, gentle and free,

You embody nature's harmony.

Your boundless energy, a constant grace,

Brings laughter to this tranquil place.

Through moonlit nights and starlit skies,

You leave your footprints, a secret prize.

A whimsical spirit, forever a glow,

In this tale of yours, a magic to sow.

So let us revel in your joyous embrace,

For you are a symbol of untamed grace.

Whispered tales of a furry sprite,

This rabbit, a symbol of nature's delight.