In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where shadows and light entwine,
Hunters tread with silent steps,
Seeking the secrets nature confines.

Arrows poised, hearts in sync,
With the rustle of leaves as guide,
Through ancient paths and hidden trails,
Their spirits and the wild collide.

Echoes of the past linger still,
In every crackling branch and stone,
A dance of patience and primal skill,
In the solitude they’ve known.

The hunt is more than just a chase,
It’s a bond with the earth’s embrace,
A silent story told through time,
In the forest’s eternal rhyme.