In the whispering woods where shadows play,
A gentle soul moves with elegant grace,
Through dappled light and leafy array,
The deer emerges, a tranquil embrace.

With eyes like pools of twilight deep,
It treads the path of ancient lore,
Silent steps through secrets it keeps,
A guardian of nature’s core.

The wind carries tales of its gentle might,
As antlers crown the evening light,
A figure poised in the fading sight,
Dancing through the coming night.

In the heart of the forest’s embrace,
The deer weaves through time’s gentle flow,
A symbol of peace, a fleeting trace,
In twilight’s gentle, glowing show.