A boy, lost and searching, in the forest deep,
His anger a storm, his secrets he'd keep.
He sought retribution, a path of despair,
Until a white glimmer, a creature so rare.
The Spirit Bear watched, a whisper in the air,
Its fur like the snow, its eyes filled with care.
It touched Cole's heart, a silent, gentle plea,
To let go of the darkness, and finally be free.
The boy, once so broken, now began to mend,
With every step closer, a new world to ascend.
He learned of forgiveness, of strength and of grace,
And found his redemption, in the Spirit Bear's embrace.
The wind whispers secrets, through the ancient trees,
Of the Spirit Bear's magic, on the gentle breeze.
It calls to lost souls, seeking a new start,
To heal the wounds within, to mend the broken heart.
A white shimmer, a beacon in the night,
A symbol of hope, a guiding, gentle light.
For those who are weary, who wander astray,
The Spirit Bear whispers, "There's a better way."
The Spirit Bear's touch, a gift so profound,
A chance to heal, on sacred ground.
To face the demons, to conquer the fear,
And emerge from the darkness, with a spirit clear.
The boy, transformed, found his inner peace,
And the Spirit Bear watched, its blessing released.
A reminder to all, that within us lies,
The strength to overcome, and open our eyes.