Wild Deer

The wind blowing over birds' plumage, the mist rising up from the pinewoods

The golden fingers of the setting sun are stroking the mountain ridge

An ash tree pulls the cliff to bend

overlooking two leisurely wild deer at the foot

We stopped the car for a rest, breathing and listening in the shadow of pine needles

Indulging in the gradually-gathering darkness around

The lake ripples slightly, just like an air of innocence

The endless serenity, close to the inner self

In the wild, all living things receive their blessing, pure and free

Like the heart in full bloom, like the wild deer closing their eyelids