In the shadows deep, where whispers lay,
The hunter treads with quiet grace,
Among the trees, the leaves, the clay,
Seeking prey in natureâs embrace.
The morning mist begins to rise,
Veiling the world in gentle shroud,
With eagle eyes and patient sighs,
He moves unseen, yet never loud.
The forest hums with life unseen,
Each rustle tells a story old,
The hunterâs heart beats strong and keen,
In the silence, his soul unfolds.
As twilight falls, the dayâs end near,
The hunter’s journey finds its rest,
With natureâs song still in his ear,
He leaves the woods, his spirit blessed.