Rabbit's Patient Promise
In a burrow so cozy, beneath a green hill, Lived Hopper the Rabbit, with a heart full of will. He spied a big carrot, orange and so fine, Growing tall in the garden— "That prize will be mine!" But the roots ran deep, the soil hard as stone, Hopper tugged and he pulled, but it wouldn't be thrown. "Too soon," said the worm, wiggling slow in the dirt, "Patience, young bunny— wait till it's ripe, not hurt."
Hopper hopped mad, ears flopping with haste, "I'll dig it up now— can't wait for a taste!" He pawed at the earth till his fur was all mud, But the carrot stayed put, like a stubborn old thud. Friends gathered 'round, with a twitch and a sigh, "Rush makes it rotten— let time pass on by." Hopper frowned deep, "Patience is slow, like a snail— I want it right now, not some waiting tale!"
Rain pattered soft, then sun warmed the ground, Days danced away without a sound. Hopper watched close, with a promise to keep, "No more pulling early— my patience runs deep." He watered the soil, sang songs to the root, Whispered sweet nothings, "Grow strong, give fruit." The worm nodded wise, "Waiting's the way to the best— Patience polishes prizes, better than the rest."
One windy morn, the top peeked green, Hopper's paws itched— oh, what a scene! "Just a little tug," temptation did tease, But he hopped back quick, "No, if you please!" The birds chirped envy, "Grab it and go!" But Hopper sat still, watching it grow. Patience like roots, digging steady and sure— What blooms in the waiting is always so pure.
Full moon rose round, with a silvery light, The carrot swelled plump in the hush of the night. Hopper dreamed deep of the harvest to come, Patience a promise, beating like a drum. Weeks waltzed on wings, with dewdrops and dew, Till the tops turned to green, and the orange shone through. "It's time," sang the worm, with a wiggle so wise, "Your waiting has won— now claim your prize!"
With paws gentle and true, Hopper gave one soft pull, The carrot slipped free— oh, what a full! Juicy and sweet, bigger than he'd dreamed, Crisp in his grasp, like a wish come supreme. Friends gathered close, eyes wide with delight, "You waited so well— what a marvelous sight!" Hopper shared slices, round the burrow so bright, Patience's promise, pure as the light.
They feasted till sunset, with laughter and song, Hopper told tales of the wait all along. "Rushing brings rot, but patience brings gold— The best things in life unfold slow, we're told." The birds nodded now, the worm beamed with pride, "Waiting with wisdom, side by side." In the burrow that night, under stars twinkling clear, Patience's fable echoed far and near.
Next spring Hopper planted, with seeds in a row, Knowing the waiting would make the best grow. Patience a promise, whispered to root and to stem, "Take your time, little one— bloom when you're them." The garden gave back, with veggies galore, A harvest of hope, forevermore. For those who can wait, with a heart calm and true, The sweetest rewards come waiting for you.
As twilight tucked in with a hush soft and sweet, Hopper dreamed deep of the next patient feat. More carrots to coax, more waits to embrace— A rabbit of patience, in steady grace!