In the silence of the morning dew, the deer steps lightly,
A whisper in the forest, a shadow in the light.
With eyes wide open, filled with gentle might,
It moves through nature’s embrace, serene and sprightly.

Beneath the canopy where sunlight sparsely gleams,
The deer dances, a vision of grace untold.
Each step a melody, ancient stories unfold,
In the realm of dreams, where the heart redeems.

The antlers, like branches reaching for the sky,
Hold the secrets of the wilderness within.
Silent guardian of the forest, where life’s threads spin,
The deer, a symbol of peace, where shadows lie.

Through the whispering leaves and the verdant maze,
It walks with purpose, a testament to time.
In the forest’s heart, it weaves a perfect rhyme,
An elegy of life in nature’s quiet praise.