In the morning light, they roam, Graceful creatures, free to roam, With antlers tall and coats so fine, They move with ease, through forest and vine.

In fields they graze, on leaves they munch, Their gentle ways, a calming touch, Their eyes so bright, and ears alert, Ever watchful, never hurt.

Their beauty is a sight to see, A symbol of nature's harmony, A reminder of a world so wild, Where creatures roam, like a precious child.

So when you see a deer so fair, Take a moment, just to stare, For in that moment, you will find, A peaceful feeling, in your mind.