Silent Vigil

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A lone deer stands, vigilant through it all. The forest whispers secrets, ancient and deep, As snow-clad hills slumber, in silent sleep. The trees, like sentinels of earth and sky, Stand guard, their branches etched against the dying light's sigh. The deer's brown form, a warmth against the cold, A symbol of hope, in the winter's fold. The sun sets slow, a fiery glow, Painting the sky, with colors that flow. In this serene landscape, we find our peace, A moment's stillness, the world's wild release. The deer's gentle eyes, a mirror to the soul, Reflecting the beauty, that makes us whole. In this winter's scene, we find our own tale, A story of resilience, of life that prevails.