In the forest, so deep and still,
Lives a creature, graceful and shrill.
The deer, with its beauty so rare.
Its eyes, so big and brown,
Its coat, so soft and smooth like down.
Its antlers, a symbol of care.
It moves with grace, so light and free,
Its steps, so silent, you can barely see.
Its presence, so peaceful and fair.
The deer, it is a symbol of peace,
Its presence, a release from the stress and the cease.
Its beauty, a source of serenity to share.
So, let us respect and admire,
The deer, and its beauty so dire.
For it is a part of nature, and a gift, to all who care.
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