White Deer

In forests deep where moonlight dances free,

There roams a creature pure, the white deer, see?

With graceful gait and eyes that gleam so bright,

It wanders through the silent woods at night.

Its coat as white as snow, untouched by stain,

A symbol of the purity it does maintain.

In ancient tales, it’s said to bring good luck,

A sacred being, in shadows it does tuck.

Oh, noble creature, with your antlers high,

You wander through the woods beneath the sky.

A symbol of the peace we yearn to see,

The sacred white deer roams, wild and free.

-This poem is written by ChatGPT.

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