In a land of watery birth,
'Twas a buck that came from the earth.
The water was wet,
In his eyes did it get,
And he thought "Oh what am I worth?"
At times like this it's amazing
The water refracts, and it's hazing.
The moonlight is dancing
On water, entrancing,
One sees as if curtains be raising.
And from the murky water it came,
A glow, like moonlight aflame.
In watery deep
So pure, makes you weep,
Was his hide, it shimmered the same.
The silence one finds may be golden,
Once in their eye is beholden
This shining young buck
No wealth but his luck
In a swamp from days of olden.
The rain like tears did fall,
Like drops of light with all
The water's sweet light
In this darkest of nights
Upon hearing the buck's silent call.
"Your worth is, by you, decreed
And is not found by spilling your seed.
Instead learn that laughter
Is good now and after,
Else tears in the swamp's light you'll bleed."