In the emerald embrace of the whispering woods,
A fawn prances with innocence pure and bright,
Eyes wide with wonder, reflecting the morning light,
A symbol of serenity, where nature’s beauty broods.

Through glades where sunlight weaves golden threads,
It dances softly, a ballet of delicate delight,
Hooves barely touching the earth, taking flight,
A fleeting glimpse of grace before it gently spreads.

The forest hums a lullaby, a symphony so sweet,
Leaves rustle softly, a chorus of tender sighs,
The deer, serene, in nature’s lap it lies,
Where peace and harmony effortlessly meet.

As twilight drapes its velvet cloak of night,
The fawn rests, beneath the canopy of stars,
Dreaming of meadows and boundless grasslands afar,
In the silent sanctuary, a world of purest light.