Emerge

The fallow deer emerge from the woods. 
Their antlers silhouetted in the mist, 
They graze the fields as quiet as they could. 

They blend in with the brown and golden goods 
Of nature's bounty, rich and generous. 
The fallow deer emerge from the woods. 

They do not fear the hunters or their hoods, 
They know the land is theirs to roam and bless. 
They graze the fields as quiet as they could. 

They form a gentle and majestic brood, 
A harmony of beauty and of grace. 
The fallow deer emerge from the woods. 

They do not need a leader or a mood, 
They follow their own instincts and finesse. 
They graze the fields as quiet as they could. 

They are the hidden treasures of the wood, 
A sight to soothe the weary and the stressed. 
The fallow deer emerge from the woods, 
They graze the fields as quiet as they could.

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