The Peaceful Deer Sleep

The breeze gently brushes the trees,

And whispers its songs into the wind.

Soft, light notes,

That tenderly hum through the forest. 

The rustling leaves give away,

Whatever creature that disturbed it.

The birds, 

The lizards,

The little animals,

Make their sound and are gone before you can see.

But all of a sudden, 

You hear those crunching leaves,

And know something different is there.

It’s softer, 

Bigger,

And so your eyes comb the landscape.

Your eyes follow the sound,

And sure enough she’s there,

A mama dear and her fawn,

Eating the grass,

Before the sun goes down,

Peaceful,

And though right in front of you,

Full of magic.