They say the Deer was born from the first morning light,
A spirit that moves with the grace of the dawn.
Why does the Deer walk so quietly,
With every step, leaving only the gentlest trace upon the earth?
The Deer does not rush,
Its steps soft as whispers on the wind,
It moves with purpose, yet with a heart full of peace,
Reminding the people that strength does not always roar.
Sometimes, true power is found in silence, in stillness, in the grace of the land.
The people watched the Deer,
Wondering why it does not run from the world,
But moves through it with such calm,
Not seeking to escape, but to embrace.
One young man, troubled by the weight of his thoughts,
Looked to the Deer and asked,
“How do I find peace when the world is so loud?”
The Deer did not answer in words,
But moved through the forest with a gentle rhythm,
And in that silence, the young man understood—
True peace comes not from avoiding the world,
But from walking through it with grace,
Trusting the path that the Earth provides.
The Deer teaches us that sometimes, we must slow down,
Listen to the quiet voice within,
And move with the grace that the land offers us,
For in the gentleness of our steps, we find the strength to endure.
