In the realm of Middle Kingdom, under heaven’s gaze,
In the year of grace fourteen thirty-two,
There emerged a league, both splendid and true,
Where giant pandas, in their gentle ways,
Did race, not for glory, nor for praise,
But for bamboo’s tender shoots, dew-kissed anew.
In mountains shrouded by mist, where rivers weave,
The Giant Panda Racing League took its form,
A spectacle rare, breaking from the norm,
As emperors and peasants alike did conceive,
A harmony with nature, they did achieve,
In this gathering, hearts and spirits warm.
Silken banners fluttered, black and white,
As pandas lumbered, a captivating sight,
Through bamboo groves, under skies so clear,
Their soft huffs whispered to those who were near,
A dance of grace, in the soft morning light,
Echoing with laughter, pure and bright.
Scholars penned verses, with brushes fine,
Capturing the essence of this divine sign,
For in these races, no malice was found,
Only unity, in which all were bound,
A lesson from the pandas, a line
Connecting man, beast, in a design.
Thus, in ancient scrolls, the tale unfolds,
Of the Giant Panda Racing League, bold,
A chapter in history, woven with gold,
Reminding us of the harmony of old,
When man and nature’s paths did closely align,
In the heart of China, a memory enshrined.
