This is an excerpt from the writings of a young fawn, translated to English for your reading leisure.

As I turn and stare upward,
not one care may plague my mind,
Would the ones of flesh call me absurd?
Because in their thoughts can not they find,
the appreciation of my kind?

To lay lazily in the bright sunlight,
To graze and nuzzle to ones full extent,
And care naught about all that is fraught and trite,
Make only your love and passion what is sent,
To those you care for so it is most blatant.

So to all my kin and even those of flesh,
To the Endless Forest now I may digress,
The point of it all is that one small crux where all may mesh,
To understand all that is and isn't and nothing less,
See you all there on the other side; the land with no stress.