A youthful buck
Upon the meadows;
Near a brook, a strong stock,
Hanging around tree rows.
Virgin trails he runs through
Grow stately grass
Lush green, shiny and raw.
The gentle stream runs
Crystal clear and bright;
The sun gleefully shines here.
The buck hops gracefully alight,
Entices its lover.
Onto a lane they prance,
Where Spring's fragrant mist
Freely flows in abundance
They gleefully feast.
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Well expressed thoughts and feelings elegantly brought forth with conviction. An insightful work of art.