In a meadow green, where wildflowers bloom,
A rabbit once roamed, dispelling all gloom.
With fur as soft as the morning dew,
It hopped and played, its spirit true.
But one fateful day, the rabbit strayed,
Lost in the woods, its path betrayed.
Through tangled thickets and shadows deep,
It wandered alone, unable to sleep.
The moon cast a pale, haunting light,
As the rabbit searched through the endless night.
Its heart heavy with fear and sorrow,
Hoping for a brighter tomorrow.
The stars above whispered a lonesome tune,
As the lost rabbit howled at the waning moon.
No friendly faces, no familiar scent,
Just solitude and endless torment.
Days turned to weeks, weeks to months,
As the rabbit's hope began to confront.
Lost and weary, it longed for home,
To feel safe and never again to roam.
But fate had other plans in store,
As the rabbit's journey led to a distant shore.
In a world unknown, it found a new friend,
A kindred spirit on whom to depend.
Together they roamed, side by side,
In a land where sorrow and loss collide.
The lost rabbit found solace in its companion,
A bond forged in the depths of oblivion.
And though the rabbit's tale is one of woe,
It found a glimmer of light in the shadow.
For even in loss, there's a lesson to learn,
That in darkness, a new path may discern.
