I'm Cute Too

I wear two colors, simple and plain,
It's pretty basic. I don't complain.
I’m built for calm, don't hunt, don't chase,
Granted with gentle steps and rounded grace.

I’m known to eat what’s tough and green,
Crunching slowly, rarely lean.
Hours pass with food in sight,
I just eat, I don't even fight.

I look like I should climb and play,
But often choose to rest all day.
I roll, I sit, I nap, I chew,
Repeat the same things through and through.

Though I seem slow and often sweet,
I still have strength beneath my feet.
Not built for fights or proving pride,
But power's still there, it resides inside.

Crowds adore me. Cameras too!
Everyone smiles and shouts, "Woo hoo!"
I’m used for plush, for signs, for cheer,
A symbol many hold dear.

Originally, my home's the forest wide,
Where tall green stalks grow side by side.
I stay near shade, often above ground,
Where simple comfort can be found.

I don’t roar loud or hunt for fame,
I live my life, always the same.
"Cuteness overload" is what they say.
When I start swaying towards their way.

I’m gentle-looking, round and slow,
With habits that most people know.
I chew, I nap, I stand and bend
So tell me now, what am I, friend?