In the quiet dawn, the forest breathes,
A tapestry of shadows, woven leaves.
Silent steps where the deer roam free,
Nature’s dance, a symphony.

The hunter’s heart beats in rhythm’s call,
Through ancient woods where echoes fall.
With steady gaze and patient hand,
He seeks the secrets of this land.

The bow bends back, the arrow flies,
A fleeting moment, beneath the skies.
In the stillness, truth is found,
In nature’s arms, forever bound.

Yet as the sun begins to rise,
The hunter pauses, meets the eyes,
Of creatures wild, serene and true,
In their gaze, he finds what’s due.