The Small fawn.

Wither morns and the trees leafs fall. As tomorrow dawns through the forest i walk as i come upon a small fawn, so sad and hurt the fawn looks. Bandaged and fed the fawn leapt from its prone demise and now it stands and smiles, with hope and joy in its eyes. The small fawn starts to walk, while we walk these words come as i talk “Oh you cute and small fawn, how lucky i was to find you this morn, yesterday was so sad and gray while full of disarray. But today is a glorious day for finally i for my sins pay” The small fawn upon me looked, and as i so often had seen, up and down its head it shook. Upon the time we reached the peer we instantly saw a small group of deer. The small fawn i met this morn ran over to the group of deer and all together they started in their own way to cheer. And so the deer and the small fawn of mine went back to their silent and peaceful home to finally play and dine. As i that night in my bed laid all i could think about was the words that i thought when i saw the small fawn “When i lie hurt and sad i hope someone like me will come and fill me with happiness and joy, helping me back upon my legs and save me from that despair”.