In the whispering woods where shadows play,
The hunter moves with silent grace,
Among the trees where secrets lay,
He follows the trail, a timeless chase.

Beneath the canopy, the world stands still,
A ballet of life in nature’s embrace,
With eyes keen and spirit to fulfill,
He honors the wild in this sacred space.

The rustling leaves, a gentle guide,
Mark the path where ancient echoes roam,
In the heart of the forest, instincts abide,
Leading him back to his ancestral home.

The sun dips low, painting skies in gold,
As the hunter and hunted weave fate’s thread,
In this eternal story, forever retold,
Of life, survival, where hearts are led.