Beneath the ancient, towering trees,
Where sunlight weaves through leaves that sway,
The hunter moves with silent ease,
In search of whispers that guide the way.
The forest speaks in rustling tones,
Each step a careful, measured stride,
The heart beats fast, yet softly hones,
The art of patience, side by side.
Through misty veils and hidden trails,
The echoes of the wild resound,
A symphony of natureâs tales,
In every breath, the hunterâs bound.
As twilight falls, the shadows grow,
The dance of dusk, a gentle song,
The world is vast, yet here they know,
In nature’s arms, they do belong.