In the quiet of the forest deep,
Where shadows softly lie and creep,
A gentle creature treads with grace,
The deer, in natureâs warm embrace.
Beneath the moonâs silver glow,
Through whispering winds, they softly go,
Their eyes like pools of tranquil night,
Guided by stars, in silent flight.
Among the trees, they find their way,
In dawn’s first light, they softly play,
In harmony with earth’s own song,
Their spirit wild, yet never wrong.
Oh, deer of woods, so calm and free,
Your presence breathes tranquility,
In your dance, life finds its peace,
In your steps, all worries cease.