>In a cavern of metal, a rabbit once strayed,
A factory of blades where metal blades played,
With cogs and with gears and a terrible sound,
The rabbit jumped in and looked all around.
They chewed and they ripped, they mangled and ground,
His ears and his tail and his whiskers were found
In pieces throughout that cold metal abyss,
The poor rabbit was lost in the depths of this mess.
But then, a small miracle emerged from the wreck,
The rabbit’s heart still beat from within his neck,
A spark of life clung to his battered form,
A symbol of hope in the midst of the storm.
They took him away, those machines of might,
To a hospital room, where he'd spend his night,
Bandages wrapped him, and nurses did tend,
As he lay there, his strength slowly mend.
Days turned to weeks, the rabbit grew strong,
His fur came back, and he sang his own song,
A survivor of blades and industrial strife,
A testament to the power of life.
Moral of the poem:
Never give up hope, no matter how dire the situation may seem. Even in the face of overwhelming odds, there is always a chance for survival and renewal.