WHIMSY IN THE MEADOW
In a meadow where wildflowers twine,
Two little friends, in sunshine, align.
A bunny with fur as soft as new snow,
And a cheeky squirrel with eyes all aglow.
They bound through the clover, chase golden rays,
With giggles and whispers that dance in the haze.
They twirl under rainbows that arch in the sky,
In this whimsical world, their laughter can fly.
When shadows sneak in and the bunny feels blue,
The squirrel brings joy, as best friends always do.
They share little secrets, their favorite treats,
Beneath leafy branches, where magic retreats.
So mark this sweet tale, timeless and true,
Friends can turn gray skies to brilliant hue.
Just like the bunny and the squirrel's delight,
Friendship's a treasure, a guiding light.
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