bowhunting
In the heart of the whispering woods, Where shadows dance with the dawn, The hunter moves with silent steps, In…
In the whispering woods where shadows play, The hunter moves with silent grace, Among the trees where secrets lay, He…
Beneath the ancient, towering trees, Where sunlight weaves through leaves that sway, The hunter moves with silent ease, In search…
In the early morning mist, I tread so light, With bow in hand, and heart in silent flight. The forest…
In the dawn’s quiet whisper, the forest comes alive, A dance of shadows and light, where the wild thrives. The…
Beneath the canopy, shadows dance, Whispers of the forest, a secret trance. In the stillness, the hunter’s heart does pound,…