Moving from space to space,
A rabbit hops along through the plains,
The winds above watching it.
Though the rabbit hops along alone,
It knows they are never truly alone.
Through the coarse of time it grew,
Finding those whom were like it.
Some grew beyond the rabbit,
While others talked and learned,
Sharing knowledge, wisdom, and emotions.
Those of who stayed the rabbit knew were unique,
Kind souls, with a thirst for knowledge.
Though the rabbit always worried about its fate,
It knew following its intuition, wisdom, and knowledge would never let it down.
Even in the midst of conflict the rabbit couldn’t hold anger,
It saw no point in telling a lie,
After all, the rabbit knew not what lies in the present.
The rabbit knew of what came after the present in a way,
but never truly could comprehend time as it is now.
The flow of Time naturally eluded the rabbit,
Feeling this the rabbit never truly could grasp time,
Without checking the rabbit knew nothing but its own world.
Relinquished from the life it knew the rabbit looked internally,
relinquishing itself from existence for a time,
Attempting to feel the call of energies that surrounded it,
Every time it did it feared it may be the last.
Every now and then it would hear a call,
A whisper in the void it recognized,
Without question it would ponder on what occurred.
It always knew that the voice wasn’t bad,
As it had saved its life once or twice,
It knew the voice was safe.