On a calm and gentle sea, a small iceberg afloat,
Bipolar Bear lies asleep, drifting on nature’s boat.
Sunlight kisses his back, warming fur so white,
In the heart of the day, his dreams take flight.
He feels the sun's embrace, melting winter’s chill,
In his daydreams, he roams free, over valley and hill.
Moments of pure joy light up his inner sky,
While whispers of past shadows drift softly by.
He dreams of forests green, where laughter fills the air,
Running with friends, without a worry or a care.
In these lucid moments, his heart sings loud and clear,
Bipolar Bear is unburdened, free from all fear.
Yet in the warmth of this day, he sometimes senses,
The shifting moods, the hidden fences.
But the sun's bright rays, they soothe his mind,
Reminding him of the light he can always find.
A gentle breeze carries tunes, so sweet and so grand,
Songs of peace and harmony, from a far-off land.
His iceberg, a cradle, in the vast ocean's span,
Lets him dream of being more than he ever began.
With every swell and dip, he feels more alive,
In this peaceful daydream, his spirits revive.
Bipolar Bear finds balance, under the sun’s bright glow,
Daytime dreams of joy, in the sea's rhythmic flow.
He dreams of worlds where he’s never alone,
Where every heartache is a stepping stone.
In the daylight warmth, he basks in his dreams,
Bipolar Bear floats, under the sun’s golden beams.
Peter Pickering · Bipolar Bear