Moonlit Forest Solace
Reflection
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.