Deer

River of time flows
No way to stop it
It’s middle of August
The weather is hot
A deer learns the forest
A deer stays near mother
Maybe will survive this year
And wolves wont get it
And blink of meteors
Brights the night sky
When they burn in atmosphere
Dreamers are being born
The crosses still hang
Still I didn’t take them down
No one in the room
Would take offense