In the whispering woods where shadows dance,
The hunter treads with silent grace,
His heart beats with a primal trance,
As nature’s beauty he does embrace.

Through the misty morn and twilight’s gleam,
He moves with purpose, sure and swift,
Each step a part of nature’s scheme,
In this wild world, he finds his gift.

The call of the wild, a haunting tune,
Guides his path through forest deep,
Beneath the sun and silver moon,
The secrets of the land he keeps.

And as the night begins to fall,
The hunt concludes, a silent prayer,
For in the wild, he finds it all,
The peace, the thrill, the love laid bare.