In a quiet wood, where trees stand tall,
Lily the deer roams, not a care at all.
Her fur so soft, a mix of brown,
She moves so quiet, she doesn't make a sound.
With antlers small upon her head,
Lily nibbles grass as she's being fed.
Through the green meadow, she takes a stroll,
A joyful skip, a carefree soul.
In the evening, as the stars twinkle bright,
Lily rests under the soft moonlight.
Her eyes so big, full of wonder,
In the peaceful woods, she loves to wander.
Through seasons changing, from spring to fall,
Lily's the friendliest deer of them all.
In nature's story, a dear character,
Lily, the deer, is a true sweet wanderer.
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed my poem. Please let me know by clicking the heart and feel free to share if with others. If you liked it subscribe for more! Thanks for your support! :)
You might like this too:
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.