O gentle deer

O gentle deer,

With steps like angels treading earth’s sweet ground,
you move with grace, a silent sound.
Your presence, pure as morning light,
a celestial being in our sight,
you glide through meadows, soft and slow,
a whisper on the breeze, a glow.

Like cherubs singing of heavenly dreams,
your innocence in sunlight gleams.
A melody of peace you bring,
a song of joy that makes hearts sing.
In your gaze, the world seems clear,
a reflection of all that’s dear,
a vision in a woodland dream,
a fleeting gleam, a sacred theme.

As dew that falls on gardens wide,
you bless the earth with every stride.
A touch of heaven in the morn,
in your soft gaze, new hope is born.
Your coat, a dawn’s embrace so near,
in hues of gold, you disappear,
a ripple in a woodland stream,
a morning’s blush, a gentle beam.

Divinity displayed for all to see,
a symbol of serenity.
In your pure heart, the world finds cheer,
a glimpse of heaven, ever near.
Your presence, like a gentle sigh,
a star that twinkles in the sky,
a spirit pure, untouched by fear,
A beacon of light, O gentle deer.