In the forest's heart, a sacred creature roams,
Graceful and divine, it calls this place its home.
The deer, a symbol of all that's wild and free,
Its antlers like branches of a great tree.
The collectors of this parallel world we admire,
Their dedication and devotion we deeply desire.
They preserve the rituals of old with great care,
Honoring the past, a legacy they share.
In this world of wonder, a celebration of light,
Every 108th year, a spectacle to sight.
A city ablaze with a thousand candles' glow,
A tribute to the dark souls, who had to go.
The deer, a symbol of grace and strength,
And the collectors, a link to a time of great length.
They both embody the spirit of tradition and love,
That shines like the stars in the sky above.
So let us honor them both, with gratitude and praise,
For they remind us of the beauty in life's many ways.
May their legacies endure, like the deer's timeless grace,
And their light continue to shine, like the candles' flame in this place.
