The Golden Deer - Son of Sun

In the valleys where the rivers flow,
Lived a tribe in the mountains' glow.
A golden deer with a shining mane,
Roamed the hills where the wild flowers wane.
The deer was said to bring good cheer,
And blessings to those who held it dear.
But one dark day, it disappeared,
Leaving the tribe with hearts unclear.
To the hills and the valleys wide,
Where the golden deer quietly hides.
Through the mist and the ancient trees,
Seek the truth on the gentle breeze.
Young Baran, brave and full of grace,
Set out to find the deer’s hiding place.
Through the forests and the mountain peaks,
He searched for the answer that the tribe seeks.
Guided by dreams and a hopeful heart,
Baran journeyed from the very start.
The golden deer’s secret he would uncover,
To restore the peace and hope for his mother.
To the hills and the valleys wide,
Where the golden deer quietly hides.
Through the mist and the ancient trees,
Seek the truth on the gentle breeze.
In a hidden glade, beneath the oak,
Baran found where the deer awoke.
Not a creature to hold or to keep,
But a symbol of dreams that never sleep.
To the hills and the valleys wide,
Where the golden deer quietly hides.
Through the mist and the ancient trees,
Seek the truth on the gentle breeze.
Baran returned with a heart so bright,
The tribe embraced the new-found light.
The golden deer, a tale profound,
In their hearts, forever found.
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