#WorldPoetryDay

As I wandered through the woods one day,
The sun was setting, the sky painted gray,
The trees were silhouetted in a golden hue,
The air was still, with a peaceful view.

I stopped to listen, and heard a rustling sound,
A deer, so graceful, bounding around,
Her eyes met mine, and we shared a stare,
A moment in nature, so...