Walking and talking

Like a silent doe,
On a winter's dawn
In a quaint forest,
principally Brown

Come walk with me,
My dear friend
and admire Nature's Gown

We shall walk a bit,
We shall talk a bit
and gossip on the trails of fall

We shall laugh a bit,
and shiver a bit
In case the temperature might stall

At the end of the road,
We shall replenish and hunt
Our Hunger, Our thirst, Our Cold

Our spirits will get a sureshot lift,
Our meeting will feel like Gold