The Creature Council’s Decision

In a southern woodland, where magnolias bloom,
The Creatures hold Council, beneath the crescent moon.
Amidst fireflies’ aglow, we ponder a change,
One word to release, a greeting to rearrange.

The Rabbits, they gather, ears perked up high,
Say, “Let’s bid adieu to ‘hi,’ and reach for the sky.”
The Owls, wise and solemn, hoot in accord,
“Embrace a new greeting, let our voices be heard.”

The Raccoons, mischievous, dance in delighta feeling of great pleasure and satisfaction : FOUND IN : Land of the Moon - GLOSSARY CARDS,
“Find a word more lively, one that takes flight.”
And so, in this woodland, with creatures so spry,
We seek a new word, to paint the night sky.

With a rustle of leaves, and a chirpinga series of high-pitched sounds made by birds or insects, often associated with nature, happiness, or serenity of crickets,
We decide on “Greetings,” to bestow friendly tickets.
For “hi” is too mundane, a greeting so mild,
We crave something vibrant, like the call of a wilduntamed or uncontrolled; living in a natural state and not domesticated.

So we were clever creatures, beneath the silvery moon,
Chirping “Greetings” and “Hello,” in a melodious tune.
With the stars as a guide, our language took flight,
In this Council’s Decision, where our wishes find the light.