Ode to the Capybara's Gentle Grace

Upon the river’s edge you calmly dwell,
A peaceful king in robes of brown and gold,
Your quiet gaze, where tender secrets swell,
Beneath the sun, you wander, soft and bold.

No rushing need to prove, no haste to fight,
Contentment hums within your tranquil frame,
While others race, you bask in morning’s light,
And wear your slowness like a crown of fame.

Among your friends—both fur and feathered wing—
You share the earth, the water, and the sky.
A quiet bond, a most harmonious thing,
With every living soul that wanders by.

O capybara, gentle, wise, and free,
You teach us how serene the world could be.