In the tranquil hush of twilight’s gentle embrace,
A deer steps softly through the whispering woods,
Cloaked in shadows, with elegance and grace,
A silent guardian of nature’s ancient moods.

Beneath the moon’s pale and watchful gaze,
Its antlers rise like branches of the night,
A symbol of peace in the forest’s maze,
A creature of mystery, fleeting from sight.

Through dappled leaves, it dances with the breeze,
A gentle soul in harmony with the earth,
Its presence a melody of serene ease,
A testament to life’s continuous rebirth.

Oh, deer of the woods, so noble and free,
Your whispered journey through the night,
Reminds us all of the beauty we see,
In the quiet moments, under stars so bright.