Benjamin the Bear

In the whimsical woods where the wind whirls wild, Lived Benjamin the Bear, a creature quite mild. With a belly that bounced as he waddled through trees, He was a bundle of joy, blowing bubbles with ease. His fur, a brown blanket, thick and lustrously lush, Rustled in rhythm as he'd saunter through the hush. With a snout that sniffed out sweet honey from thorns, He dancingly dodged the prickly prongs. Benjamin, the bemused, beheld the beauty, Of dewdrops that decorated each leaf, each lily. He'd gaze at the gazelles, gracefully grazing, And giggle at the geese, in V-formation amazing. The forest echoed with his boisterous laughter, As he tried to teach the trout to sing after. With a chuckle deep and a chortle clear, He was the jolly jest of the forest, dear. In the heart of the humble, he held a honeycomb, A symbol of sweetness, in his pawed palm, it roamed. The bees buzzed by, in a bumbling ballet, Around Benjamin, their benevolent ballet. The squirrels would scurry, to see the spectacle, Of the bear who wore a smile so detectable. For in his eyes, a sparkle of mirth, A testament to the joy he brought to the earth. The trees whispered tales of the bear so benign, Whose life was a litany of laughter, divine. In the glow of the golden sun's gentle sway, Benjamin's spirit was sunshine and play. So, remember dear friend, when you're feeling blue, The bear with a heart as vast as the dew. For in nature's embrace, where the wild things meet, Lies a humor as sweet as the honey's treat.