In the whispering woods at night, serene and clear,
Where moonlight dances, and shadows disappear,
A gentle creature treads with quiet grace,
The deer moves softly, leaving no trace.

Beneath the stars, where silence softly sings,
The deer glides lightly, on delicate wings,
Eyes like gentle pools, reflecting the moon,
In harmony with nature’s tender tune.

Amidst the trees, where ancient secrets hide,
The deer stands still, with elegance and pride,
Listening to the whispers of the leaves,
In a world where time gently weaves.

Through the forest’s heart, it roams so free,
A symbol of peace, in pure tranquility,
In the gentle grace of the deer, we find,
Nature’s soft whisper to the wandering mind.