In the early dawn where silence reigns,
Through misty woods, my heart remains,
A hunter’s path, both old and new,
In search of shadows, where dreams ensue.

The rustle of leaves, a gentle call,
Nature’s breath, embracing all,
With bow in hand, we tread the night,
Guided by stars, in silver light.

The whisper of winds through ancient trees,
Echoes of life on a timeless breeze,
In patience, we find the hunter’s grace,
A dance with nature, face to face.

As daybreak paints the sky in gold,
A story of courage quietly told,
The hunt, a journey of the soul,
In nature’s arms, we find our role.