12/25/2024
In the forest, on a chilly autumn morning,
An aged deer hunter, tired and worn,
His weathered skin speaks of years gone past,
With each step, a sparkle in his gaze is cast.
A thin layer of snow covers the earth,
Deer tracks in the snow show their worth,
A path to follow, sharp eyes seek,
The hunter's heartbeat begins to quicken and peak.
With his rifle ready, he moves ahead,
In nature's splendor, his thoughts are spread,
A quiet journey to the deer stand,
Searching for wisdom in this wild land.
Alone, maybe, but he feels at ease,
Among the trees, his spirit finds peace,
In the stillness of this cherished space,
He discovers comfort in nature's embrace.
Sitting patiently, he takes a breath,
In nature's hold, he feels no stress,
Honoring life's rhythm, he hunts with thought,
A timeless connection that can't be bought.
As the sun climbs higher in the blue,
The old deer hunter exhales, feeling renewed,
Thankful for this rare bond he shares,
With the wild, a friendship that truly cares.
In the forest, on a chilly autumn morn,
The old deer hunter's spirit is reborn,
With each step, his passion ignites,
A reminder of the lessons and delights.
