My Deer

Wish to be like the trees; Only to feel the breeze And to taste the dewdrops on my leaves. Wish to see the sky over me And to feel that there is nothing out of reach Wish to feel the waves of the sea Hitting me on the beach. To my surprise, when woods I pass I saw a deer running from the mass, I hate the scene of the hunter coming, I hate to see her running and running. But the bravery appeared When-with her antlers-she beard But my legs couldn't stand Watching her bleed on land. I thought it is done That she will never see the sun. A fantasy I ruminate! She stood again and I meditate. She was wounded I can deem But- with her agile body- she redeem'd Then..I wish my heart was the deer That could be hurt but without blear That could be wounded but stand on his knees, And never fall apart because any of these I wish my heart was brave; To face his scars with faith. Then my deer will be strong To brood fears all day long.