In the heart of the whispering woods, so serene,
A creature of elegance, elusive yet seen,
With eyes like the twilight, deep and profound,
It moves through the shadows, without a sound.

The antlers, like branches, reach for the sky,
A symbol of wisdom, as days pass by,
The deer, in its silence, speaks to the soul,
A guardian of nature, making us whole.

Grace in its stride, a ballet on earth,
Each step a poem, each glance a rebirth,
Amidst the green tapestry, it finds its way,
A testament to life’s delicate ballet.

In moments of stillness, we catch a glimpse,
Of a world untouched, in the forest’s limbs,
The deer, a reminder of beauty so pure,
In its presence, our hearts find their cure.