In a world where colors bloom like sound,
And rainbow paths ripple through cotton ground,
Live woolen-eyed bunnies, wide with cheer,
In a stitched-up realm far from here.
Clouds are puffed with laughter and light,
Mushroom trees glow soft through felted night,
Their cozy home with a crescent door,
Hums lullabies from yarn-made floor.
They hop through dreams that never cease,
With pink-tailed joy and thimble-sized peace,
And every blink, and every stare,
Reveals a world that’s softly rare.
So step through thread, embrace the fuzz,
In Bunniverse—where wonder always was.
Made with love and wools
