In the heart of the silent woods,
Where the earth whispers ancient tales,
A deer wanders with gentle grace,
Leaving soft imprints on the trail.

Through the golden hues of dawn,
It strides with elegance untamed,
Eyes like pools of tranquil skies,
In its world, it remains unnamed.

Beneath the canopy of emerald leaves,
It finds solace in the gentle breeze,
A creature of beauty, wild and free,
In the forest, its spirit never flees.

As the moonlight bathes the land,
It dances in shadows, serene and clear,
A fleeting vision in the night’s embrace,
The silent whisper of a wandering deer.