I'm the first to admit I'm no poet, but I'm trying
I awoke to the sound of the water,
Rushing by as I lay on the bank.
Not a moment before I was sleeping,
‘Neath an ancient oak who stands in the woods.
Awe takes my breath at the sight I behold,
At the colours and beauty I see.
The flowers, the trees and the lady too
Who walks as if floating on air.
She beckons me there, to sit by her side,
And wondrous stories she tells.
Of things as they were, and are, and can be
And how to down this path called life.
She heralds the coming of springtime now,
At her side walks the most graceful of things
The beauty of this creature knows no bounds
All who behold Deer feel their heart sing.
The message they bring is a simple one,
And to my friends I am grateful for this.
Life is no race, there’s no tape at the end,
To measure who reached their goals first.
It is clear that my springtime is over,
But Autumn is not yet begun.
The summer of life is a happy time,
Of long lazy days beneath warm skies.
It’s time to slow and enjoy the view,
Taking time to discover all that’s new.
The Deer shows us grace and a way that we,
Can live our lives and know we are free.
Take time to stop and smell the flowers
Play with children, sit and think for hours.
And most important, above all be true,
Powerful and positive, take time to be you.