In the whispering woods where silence reigns,
A gentle creature treads the leafy lanes.
Eyes like pools of midnight calm,
In their grace, the world finds balm.

Through dappled light and shadow’s play,
The deer moves with a quiet sway.
Nature’s dance in a tranquil scene,
A fleeting glimpse of the serene.

Ears attuned to the forest’s hum,
Listening to where the echoes come.
Each step a melody, soft and clear,
The forest breathes when the deer is near.

Beneath the canopy, it finds its way,
Guiding dawn from the break of day.
A symbol of peace in the woodland’s heart,
In its presence, all fears depart.