hunting
Beneath the canopy, shadows dance, Whispers of the forest, a secret trance. In the stillness, the hunter’s heart does pound,…
In the shadows deep, where whispers lay, The hunter treads with quiet grace, Among the trees, the leaves, the clay,…
In the whispering woods where shadows play, A hunter moves with silent grace, Through twilight’s veil and fading day, In…
In the whispering woods where shadows dance, The hunter treads with silent grace, His heart beats with a primal trance,…