If you've read some of my other stories, you may have seen this one before.
A field of flowers, where there rests a doe
Lies a newborn fawn
Unable to identify friend or foe
But here is just the starting point of its journey long
It must travel through bushes and trees
And climb up the mountain tall
And face even the toughest of enemies
But one day will come
Where this fawn meets an awful fate
A hunter will appear, burning with rage
And this is when the fawn will arrive at heaven's gate
But this fawn is not afraid
For the tears the fawn cried were not of sadness
For it knew that one day,
It would reach up into the heaven's and take its place
Finally lay its eyes upon its mother again and say,
"I've missed you."
