Moonlit Majesty

In the stillness of the forest, a stag stands tall, Beneath the moon's silvery, ethereal call. The trees, like sentinels of earth and night, Stand guard, their branches etched in pale delight. The moon, a glowing orb, casts rays of light, Illuminating all, in its gentle, loving might. The stag, with antlers proud, and eyes so bright, Surveys his kingdom, in the moon's pale light. The forest floor, a carpet soft and deep, Invites the gaze, to secrets it would keep. In this serene and peaceful, woodland scene, The stag and moon, a harmony serene. The trees, they whisper, in the gentle breeze, A lullaby, of rustling leaves and ease. The stag, a symbol, of strength and gentle might, Shines in the moonlight, with a peaceful light.