Hare
By Morning Star

I am a hare—soft, carefree,
Gentle, yet strong and wild as the sea.
Mother Earth is my sacred ground,
The only place my soul is found.

The moon, my closest, glowing friend,
The stars, they see where truths ascend.
The flowers hum in meadowlight,
Whispering songs through day and night.

The stream flows down past misty mill,
Its waters hush, serene and still.
The deer await the dusk’s perfume,
To wander through the twilight bloom.

The lake reflects the golden skies,
Midday sun in silver lies.
If you open your eyes—truly see—
You’ll find a tale in harmony.

Bring in the butterflies, soft and bright,
Watch them dance in beams of light.
A life unfolds before your glance—
A sacred world, a mystic dance.