Beneath the canopy where shadows play,
A gentle creature makes its way.
With eyes so deep and coat so soft,
It moves with grace, silent and aloft.

Through dappled light it weaves its path,
Unseen by many, avoiding wrath.
In twilight’s hush, it finds its peace,
In nature’s arms, it finds release.

The forest whispers secrets old,
To the deer with stories untold.
With every step, it leaves a mark,
In the heart of woods, both light and dark.

O guardian of the verdant glade,
In your presence, fears do fade.
A symbol of the wild and free,
You are the spirit of the tree.