In the stillness of the forest,
A flash of red catches the eye,
The little red fox darts and dashes,
Leaving behind a trail to spy.
Her fur is soft as a kitten's paw,
Her eyes as bright as morning dew,
She plays and prances in the grass,
A wild spirit that's true.
How she dances through the trees,
A creature so free and alive,
Her spirit a reminder to us all,
To embrace our own wild drive.
