The bunny floats with heart so light, In a bottle clear, through endless night. Upon the waves, so soft, so free, He drifts across the moonlit sea. Inside the glass, a letter lies, A whispered thought, a million sighs. "Faraway friend, are you alright? Do stars still guide you through the night?" The ocean hums a gentle song, Carrying hope as it rolls along. The bunny dreams of shores unknown, Of hands to hold, of seeds once sown. Through storms that roar and winds that wail, The little bottle tells its tale. A fragile thread, so strong, so true, Reaching always out for you. And as it lands on distant sand, A paw will find it, understand. That even far, through waves and foam, A message finds its way back home.
The bunny floats with heart so light,
In a bottle clear, through endless night.
Upon the waves, so soft, so free,
He drifts across the moonlit sea.
Inside the glass, a letter lies,
A whispered thought, a million sighs.
"Faraway friend, are you alright?
Do stars still guide you through the night?"
The ocean hums a gentle song,
Carrying hope as it rolls along.
The bunny dreams of shores unknown,
Of hands to hold, of seeds once sown.
Through storms that roar and winds that wail,
The little bottle tells its tale.
A fragile thread, so strong, so true,
Reaching always out for you.
And as it lands on distant sand,
A paw will find it, understand.
That even far, through waves and foam,
A message finds its way back home.