With fur like moss and stripes so bold,
Tanzee thumps, a story told.
Giant hands drum on earth’s embrace,
A creature of rhythm, with nature’s grace.
Once protector, strong and wise,
Guiding harmony, beneath sunlit skies.
But greed arose, and balance frayed,
Twisting rhythm, joy betrayed.
With pounding chest and primal beat,
It guards its domain, where roots entwine deep.
Vines unfurl, an emerald display,
Echoing stories, of forgotten sway.
Legends speak of power untold,
Hidden within, secrets unfold.
Can life renew, where shadows reside?
Or will music wither, with nowhere to confide?
Through verdant groves and sunlight’s kiss,
Tanzee thumps, a joyous hiss.
Hope takes root, a vibrant vine,
Will harmony return, in rhythms that entwined?
But deep within, a memory gleams,
Of ancient forests, bathed in sunlit beams.
Perhaps the drummer, with earthy might,
Can mend the world, and set balance aright.
So let it thump, a verdant grace,
And from the rhythm, let nature embrace.
For Tanzee holds, a hidden key,
To mend the world, and finally, be free.