Prompt

In the hush of autumn's embrace,, in tranquil grace.a deer is drinking water from the lakit quietly rests, A mirror of nature's secrets, I confess. Within its depths, a spiritual light, A beacon of hope in darkest nighthawks . Unyielding to time's ceaseless flow, Its flame forever burns, aglow. For a shadow is a whisper of dreams, Of destinies yet unseen, it gleams. In the heart of nature, it takes its cue, Like hope, steadfast and true. So let us be like shadows, my friend, A testament to