The Sleeping Bears' Den

In winter's hush, a snowy scene, A cave sleeps deep, a frosted sheen. The forest waits, a silent friend, While icy winds and snowflakes blend.

Inside the cave, a furry heap, The sleeping bears are lost in sleep. Mama Bear, and Papa too, With little cubs, a slumbering crew.

Outside, brave Snow, a playful sprite, Paints every branch in shimmering white. The animals peek, with cautious tread, Respecting dreams inside the bed.

They dream of bees and buzzing sound, Of flowers blooming in the ground. They dream of berries, sweet and bright, And sunshine warm, and days of light.

They snuggle close, in slumber deep, While winter's secrets softly creep. Their furry hearts, in rhythmic beat, Await the spring, a joyful treat.

But hush now, listen! Can you hear? A robin sings, so crystal clear. The snow begins to melt away, The promise of a brighter day!

The sunbeams dance, a golden ray, Into the cave they gently stray. The bears awake, with sleepy sighs, And stretch their paws towards the skies.

Winter is gone, the cold has fled, The sleeping bears now leave their bed! They yawn and rumble, big and grand, And greet the spring across the land!