While his mother was foraging, this little cub was stumbling around through the bushes and downed trees picking berries as he was able to reach them. At times succeeding, and at other times failing and falling back into the bushes.
You are so cared for
Your mother never losing sight of you
Not even for a moment.
One day you will be released into the wild
Prepared for every season
Though times may be hard
You will still play among the berries
And roll in the grassy fields
Remembering the days all your needs were cared for.