Silent Vigil

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A sentinel deer watches over the day. The forest whispers secrets, ancient and deep, As sunset's glow upon the snow does creep. The trees, like sentinels of earth and sky, Stand guard, their branches stretching, twigs entwined high. The deer's gentle eyes, a mirror to the soul, Reflect the stillness, making the heart whole. In this serene landscape, time stands still, As nature's beauty, the spirit's chill. The artwork whispers tales of seasons past, And in its beauty, the heart is forever cast. The technique, a blend of earthy tones and light, Brings forth a world, where wonder takes flight. In every line, a story is revealed, Of a world where peace and beauty are concealed.