Nap on The Hard Rock

Beneath the silent arctic night,
Where moonbeams softly cast their light,
A polar bear lies still, at rest,
In snowdrifts pure, its snowy nest.

With fur as white as driven snow,
It sleeps where icy breezes blow,
Dreams whisper in the frosty air,
Of journeys past and secrets rare.

In slumber deep, it finds its peace,
As northern stars begin to tease
The night away, till dawn's first glow,
Awakes the bear from rest below.

Oh, polar bear, in tranquil sleep,
Your world of ice, so vast and deep,
May dreams of icebergs gently keep,
As through the snowy silence, you sleep.