The rabbit

Oh the rabbit wakes beneath the morning light Where fields are soft and skies are bright It runs through grass with gentle feet Believing every soul it meets Oh the rabbit hears the forest sing And trusts the songs the branches bring Every shadow every sound Feels like a friend upon the ground Oh the rabbit knows no hidden blade No secret price for kindness made It sees a hand and feels no fear It sees a face and draws it near Oh the rabbit asks the world to stay The same tomorrow as yesterday For what is a heart that learns to hide When all it wanted was a place beside Oh the rabbit grows beneath the trees Learning the whispers of the leaves But tell me now before it knows Are all the flowers safe from thorns that grow Oh perhaps the rabbit was never blind Perhaps the world was simply unkind For innocence is not a foolish thing It is a fragile and beautiful wing Oh I wonder as the forest sleeps And every creature hides what it keeps If the rabbit loses trust one day Will it still remember how to play...