Morning

Breathing morning air,

My eyes squint in the sunlight,

I walk down the path.

Forest

Through the scenery,

Flowers rise out of the ground,

Birds sing to my soul.

Glow

I resume to walk,

In the corner of my eye,

I see a glow.

Deer

Horns bigger than me,

It rules great mother nature,

Eyes mighty with blue.

Winter

Icicles dangle,

Crows perch on the horn and squawk,

Snow shields the antler.

Spring

Flowers are on the horn,

Butterflies fly here and there,

Sweet smells fill my nose.

Summer

Fruits hang from the horn,

Blue jays lie in a nest above,

Green leaves hang in groups.

Autumn

Vines curl on the horn,

Giant grapes grow on the vine,

Leaves become yellow.

Bond

The deer stomps its hoof,

Bringing me back to my sense,

It starts to run off.

Run

I stand there in awe,

Mother Nature is alive,

Essence of magic.