I am walking slowly,
I hear each beat of my heart.
The trees gently sway in unison
But I hear nothing else.
I creep through the trees,
Twigs snap under my feet.
The birds do not chirp nor do they speak.
The breeze slowly brushes my face
As the pine needles fall to the ground.
Then I turn around
Only to see beauty
Standing in front of me.
A majestic stag, breathing,
I stand motionless, watching, looking
As he stands watching me.
I think to myself,
Is this where I want to be?
In a world so quiet but beautiful,
Alone, so alone, the stag and I.
by Ruaridh Woodland-Broome (10)
Merchiston Castle School - Edinburgh
Competition - Once Upon A Dream
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