On August 23, 2023

Poetry is Power: Learning to be a bunny

Learning to be a bunny

Fields and fields of flowers,

An amazing sight to see,                  

Bunnies hopping through them,

Gnawing on the leaves,

So much more to learn,

So much more to see,

So the bunnies must keep hopping,

And sprinting through the trees,

A nearby forest awaits them,

More flowers to be seen,

More animals to meet,

The flowers and the bunnies,

How perfect they can be,

Hopping all around,

Prancing in the breeze,

Learning and seeing,

Watching and listening,

Sniffing all the flowers,

Saying hi to the bees,

Learning to be bunnies,

As amazing as they could be.

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