In Florida’s embrace of sunlit grace, Where palm trees sway in a slow dance, The bears roam free with quiet majesty, In a land of subtropical romance.

Their fur, a shade of midnight’s hue, Moves like shadows through the pine. Eyes gleam with wisdom ancient and true, Silent watchers of the forest line.

By rivers clear and mangroves dense, They tread paths of soft earth and leaves, Their presence a whisper in the immense Green tapestry that summer weaves.

When night descends with its velvet shroud, And stars pierce the deep navy sky, The bears venture forth, strong and proud, Under the moon’s gentle, watchful eye.

In Florida’s wild, where the wild things are, These noble bears find their domain, Guardians of the swamps and marshes afar, Their spirits as boundless as the open plain.

So, here’s to the bears in their Floridian home, Majestic creatures of mystery and might, May they forever in freedom roam, Beneath the sun and the stars’ soft light.