The Brave Rabbit's Trip

In secret garden, green and deep, Where leafy secrets softly sleep, A fluffy bunny, brave and bright, Prepared for journeys, day and night.

Young Barnaby the Rabbit bold, His heart with courage to unfold, Through tangled vines and petals sweet, His little paws began to meet.

The flowers swayed, a rainbow hue, "Welcome, rabbit, fresh and new!" The roses whispered, soft and low, Where fragrant breezes gently blow.

He hopped and skipped, a furry blur, Past trumpet vines, a joyful purr, With scarlet poppies, tall and grand, Exploring this enchanted land.

Then birdies sang from branches high, A melody that reached the sky, They guided Barnaby along, With cheerful notes within their song.

Beneath a mushroom, red and white, A pile of berries, shining bright! A yummy feast, a happy find, For Barnaby, the furry kind.

He munched and crunched with pure delight, The garden glowing, oh so bright, His adventure done, the day complete, A happy rabbit, oh so sweet!

The secret garden, safe and sound, By Barnaby, the rabbit found. He dreamt of flowers, songs, and treats, And dreamt of future jumping feats!