Doe could see the future,  
bright and clear,  
her intuition ringing like alarms,  
and bells of happiness echoing in her heart.  

"Follow the wise," she whispered,  
those old souls with lessons to share.  
It may sting today,  
but it will heal the wounds of tomorrow,  
saving generations from the sorrows.  

In a thick haze, many stumble—  
the humble might miss the truth,  
hidden behind facades,  
weaving deceptions like a spider’s web.  

But now, the masks are cast aside,  
intentions bare as trees in autumn,  
shedding tears for lost leaves,  
for flowers and fruits that once graced branches.  

Oh! Life is a test we all must face,  
nothing exceeds the call to serve.  
Our little selves fade in the grand design,  
in this tapestry of divine purpose.  

O broken-hearted, hold on tight,  
you’ve carried burdens far too long.  
Don’t let yourself crumble in this storm,  
for the curtain's lifted; it’s not too late.  

Spring will come again, bright and bold,  
birthing flowers and fruits to fulfill the promise of hope.  
Never let the games bring you down,  
trust in Doe—she brings good tidings ahead.  

Doe galloped through jungles thick and deep,  
paving a path for what matters—  
following the brave on their way  
through this brief life without delay.  

Now she sees faces clearer,  
the whispers of the wind carry secrets,  
bringing forth lost words and missing pieces,  
unblocking paths for futures blessed by God.