Bear s footprint

On wet clay, the bear's imprint lies, 
A mystery in the night, in shadows—unseen ties. 
The beast's eyes sparkle like stars in the dark, 
Watching us silently, poised to attack. 

We entered your home, leaving traces behind, 
Our waste is a scar on your land, unkind. 
Berries and nuts—we took all we could, 
Unaware of the pain you’ve endured in the wood. 

Loud machines break the silence, intruding so deep, 
Digging into the earth where your secrets sleep. 
But soon, oh bear, we will leave the planet for good, 
The time for reckoning comes—
                no troubles anymore  in the wood. 

The walls of your prison will crumble to dust, 
The sun will burn waste, leaving behind distrust. 
You will rise again, strong and unchained, 
A happy king on your land, unrestrained. 

Your strength will return like spring's powerful breeze, 
And forests will flourish once more with ease. 
We are but visitors on this sacred ground, 
Your freedom is stirring, in silence profound.