Up comes the sun,
Out comes the deer,
The forest is quiet,
The morning is clear.

Here appears a doe,
With a fawn by her side,
They stand in the sunshine,
With expressions of pride.

They run through the forest,
Touching nothing but ground,
Both of them wander,
Barley making a sound.

The doe takes the lead,
The fawn just behind.
He starts to get slow,
But he doesn’t mind.

The doe stops to wait
For the fawn on his feet
They both stop to smell,
Something so sweet.

They follow the scent,
To a field of flowers,
They stretch oh so high,
Waiting for showers.

They walk down to the water,
And see their reflection,
The taste to them is,
Thirst quenching perfection.

They finally lie down,
After a walk through the forest,
The greatest one of them all,
The Endless Forest.