In the dawn’s gentle embrace,
A deer steps softly on the dew-kissed ground,
Among the whispering trees it finds its place,
Where sunlight dances and shadows abound.

With eyes like pools of ancient dreams,
It gazes upon the world so wide,
Listening to the forest’s silent schemes,
As the winds carry tales from every side.

Through fields of gold and emerald glades,
It wanders with a heart so pure,
In the silence where nature’s music fades,
The deer finds peace, gentle and sure.

Night descends with a velvet touch,
Stars glisten in the canopy above,
The deer, a spirit not asking much,
Finds solace in the forest’s love.