Is this what it means
To be human?
So concerned
With the thought
Of \'more\',
That we forget
To marvel?
At the light
That peeks through
The lowest branches,
The thud of hooves
Against soft grass,
The smell of rain
As it hits the earth.
Oh, to be a deer,
Wandering through
An open meadow,
Blissfully unburdened,
At peace
In the knowledge
That this is enough.