From emerald depths, where sunbeams rarely stray,
Eikthyrdeer Terra emerges, cloaked in verdant clay.
Its antlers branch, like roots that grasp the air,
A crown of leaves, where secrets whispers share.
Mossy hide, where sunlight dances bright,
Emblazoned markings, carved by ancient light.
Eyes burning emerald, with an earthy glow,
Reflecting secrets yet the forest knows.
Its hooves, like roots, upon the ground they tread,
Leaving trails of life where barren soil is spread.
With every breath, a pulse of vibrant green,
Awakening dormant seeds, a verdant scene.
But beneath the gentle grace, a power untold,
Earthquakes rumble, stories yet unfold.
When fury stirs, the ground begins to quake,
Emerald flames erupt, for Gaia’s sake.
For Terra stands, protector of the wood,
Against all threats, misunderstood.
Seek not to cage, nor conquer, nor subdue,
But offer respect, and hearts both pure and true.
Then, beneath the moon, in forest’s embrace,
You’ll see the gentle giant, find its sacred space.
A bond of earth and spirit, forged anew,
With Eikthyrdeer Terra, heart of verdant hue.