In the early morning mist, I tread so light,
With bow in hand, and heart in silent flight.
The forest whispers secrets of the night,
As shadows dance and fade with dawn’s first light.

Each step a prayer, each breath a bond so deep,
With nature’s pulse, in rhythm I shall keep.
The rustling leaves, the distant rivers weep,
In this sacred hunt, where silence speaks.

Through tangled woods and meadows wide I roam,
In search of prey, yet finding much more home.
The hunt is but a mirror of life’s tome,
Reflecting all the truths we’ve come to know.

And as the sun descends, the stars alight,
I thank the earth for sharing in this rite.
For in the chase, I’ve found my soul’s delight,
In nature’s arms, I’ve found my endless night.