On April 17, 2024

Bears are wild forever

Bears,

Big beautiful creatures,

Wandering through the forests,

And fields of flowers.

Beautiful sweet flowers.

And it is not only the flowers that are sweet,

But the bears, too.

They are misunderstood creatures,

Big gentle giants,

They don’t want to hurt you,

They just want to protect their families.

They are amazing creatures,

And you can help them, too, you know?

Help them by leaving them alone.

Don’t try to feed them.

Just quietly observe them.

Watch these wild creatures,

Because that is what they are meant to be,

Wild,

And they should stay that way.

Beautiful in nature,

Because, bears are wild forever.


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