The little rabbit

There was a rabbit who was lost
in everything to see.
His eyes, to Bunny, was the most
fantastic thing to free.

He saw and saw and found no rest
in any of his sights.
In north and south and east and west
he spent his restless nights.

One day God had enough of it.
God put him in a tree.
God blew him from the ground a bit,
for him to really see.

And lovely was the vision found
to him who had been blown.
And now he stopped to fool around,
afraid of falling down.