In the whispering woods where shadows play,
A hunter moves with silent grace,
Through twilight’s veil and fading day,
In search of nature’s hidden face.

The leaves beneath his careful tread,
Bear witness to his quiet quest,
With every step, the earth is read,
In nature’s book, he seeks his rest.

The moonlight casts a silver sheen,
On paths where ancient secrets lie,
Within the forest’s emerald screen,
The hunter’s heart beats calm and nigh.

As dawn approaches, night withdraws,
The hunter’s journey finds its end,
In nature’s arms, with silent applause,
A sacred bond with earth to mend.