Carefree
I am a hare — soft, carefree, gentle, yet strong.
Mother Earth is my home, where I truly belong.
The moon is my closest ally, glowing pure and wise,
And the stars above, they know the truth behind my eyes.

The flowers in the meadow whisper songs to you,
While the stream flows softly down, veiled in morning dew.
The deer, so still, await the hush of dusk to wander through,
And the lake begins to shimmer in the sun’s warm hue.

If you open your eyes gently — not in rush, but trance —
You’ll see the hidden stories, woven at a glance.
The butterflies arrive, light as breath, in dance,
And all of life unfolds before you —
if you just give it a chance.