Moonlit Forest Solace

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A forest stands, serene, beyond them all. The moon, a glowing orb, casts gentle light, Upon the trees, a silver, peaceful sight. A deer, with antlers tall, steps forth with grace, In this still scene, a tranquil, sacred space. The woodland whispers secrets, pure and deep, As snowflakes dance, in slumber, softly keep. The trees, like sentinels of earth and sky, Stand watch, their branches, a gentle, sighing sky. In this moonlit glade, where deer and trees entwine, A sense of peace, a solace, all divine. The world, in slumber, wrapped in quiet night, Finds solace, in this forest's gentle light. The deer's soft steps, a quiet, peaceful sound, As it moves, with grace, on snowy ground. The forest's heartbeat, slow, and strong, and deep, A lullaby, that in the soul, does keep.