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