A hush befell the trees
When I spotted the overwhelming
A fawn within a long forgotten
When last I fell upon such a
Lovely creature I was young and foolish.
And with harsh words and quick motions
I chased her away.
Solemnly I lay upon the deep, plush
Autumn floor and let stone and moss surround
My hated heart.
Never again did I move, laying there
Watching the fawns go past... never stopping.
Lonely in the night, me being my
Only companion. My soul dying with the
Winter and waiting to be reborn again.
This fawn stopped on a
New spring morning,
Reminding me of who I am.
This one does not pass the mossen rock
But cracks it with her stare.
She dare not get any closer though
But just looks.
Within her beautiful eyes I
Once again see that I am
Not lost but alive.