In the wilds where whispers wind, a bear roams free, a dual kind,
With paws that shake the earth below, and eyes that softly, warmly glow.
Majestic in his fearsome might, in sun's embrace or moon's soft light,
He stands as guardian of his realm, with gentle heart at nature's helm.
With claws as sharp as winter's bite, a warrior under starry night,
Each swipe could tell a tale of power, a dance of strength in twilight hour.
Yet in his heart, there lies a song, of peace and love where he belongs,
A tender touch, a caring soul, beneath the moon's silver patrol.
He roams the forest, bold and grand, a paradox upon the land,
For in his growl, a whispered sigh, like thunder rolling in the sky.
Yet look within those eyes so deep, where kindness and soft spirits sleep,
A duality, bold and fair, the complex soul of the bear.
In every step, both fear and love, beneath the skies and stars above,
A symbol of the push and pull, in nature's vast and wondrous school.
For even in the fiercest heart, there's softness playing equal part,
The bipolar bear, in shadows cast, embodies life's contrasts so vast.
So ponder on this mighty beast, with power great and love not least,
For in his being, we can see, the duality in you and me.
A lesson taught by paws and heart, in life's grand play, he plays his part,
The bear, both fierce and tender, dear, mirrors life's joy and its fear.
Peter Pickering · Bipolar Bear