In the hush of dawn’s first light, they tread,
Whispers of the forest underfoot,
Eyes like pools of woodland’s deepest secrets,
With every step, the morning stirs anew.

Among the emerald tapestries, they glide,
Silent shadows on a dappled stage,
Hooves kiss the earth with tender reverence,
A ballet of peace in nature’s embrace.

Their presence, a symphony of stillness,
Antlers crowned with ancient wisdom,
The song of leaves their guiding hymn,
In their gaze, the world finds calm.

As twilight drapes the world in muted hues,
They vanish into the gathering dusk,
Guardians of the forest’s quiet heart,
Leaving behind the echo of their grace.