Through verdant wilds, where sunlight streams,
Mossanda roams, a creature of extremes.
Bamboo forests echo with its cries,
A gentle giant, with fire in its eyes.
Green fur ripples, muscles vast,
A panda’s form, built to forever last.
But hidden truths within reside,
A grenadier’s spirit, nowhere to hide.
Once protector, fierce and brave,
Guarding harmony, from nature’s grave.
But greed arose, shadows unfurled,
Twisting purpose, into a ravaged world.
With leafy claws and potent breath,
It guards its home, defying death.
Bamboo grenades, a fiery display,
Echoing a rage, born of betrayal.
Will balance return, can peace be sown?
Or will this panda, forever atone?
Deep within a conflict burns,
For hope survives, where kindness yearns.
So let it stand, a symbol bold,
Of nature’s might, both fierce and old.
For Mossanda holds, a lesson true,
That power wielded, must serve good anew.