By the river, calm and slow,
A capybara sits below.
Round little ears and gentle eyes,
Watching clouds drift through the skies.
It munches grass beneath the sun,
Unhurried, peaceful, having fun.
Through warm green fields it likes to roam,
Wherever it goes, it feels like home.
So quiet, friendly, soft, and wise,
The capybara smiles with sleepy eyes.
No need to hurry, no need to race —
Just take a breath and enjoy your space.
