Slipping Through
Whispers of Reflection in Nature's Silence
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Before the dawn's even born
Anticipation before the beginning of the day
I take my rifle and powder horn
Preparing for a hunting expedition with rifle and powder horn
Creep along the babbling brook
Moving quietly near a babbling brook
Rest the barrel in the crook
Resting the gun barrel in a supportive position
Of my arm and slide behind
Seeking cover behind an ancient tree
An ancient tree in the quiet
Immersing in the peacefulness of the surroundings
Watch the shadows hear the leaves
Observing shadows and rustling leaves
Take in everything around me
Absorbing the details of the environment
I'm a hunter of more than venison
Identifying as a hunter beyond hunting for venison
I tend to wonder about this life and heaven
Contemplating life and the afterlife
It's hard to hide from your thoughts
Difficulty escaping introspective thoughts
In the hardwoods and the rocks
Challenges of contemplation in natural settings
As the day is coming to
The approach of the day's end
And the light starts slipping through
Transition as light starts to break through
And you think back in time
Reflecting on past memories
To a memory that holds tight
Nostalgia for a significant memory
Or on ahead up the trail
Looking forward on the path of life
What lies next if you prevail
Contemplating the future and its uncertainties
Like a woman on back home
Reference to a woman waiting at home
That waits for you all alone
The solitude of waiting and yearning
What she deserves and what you don't
Considering deserving and undeserving aspects
All your worries all your hopes
Weighing worries and hopes
I'm a hunter of more than venison
Reiteration of being a hunter beyond venison
I tend to wonder about this life and heaven
Continued contemplation of life and heaven
It's hard to hide from your thoughts
Struggling to escape one's own thoughts
In the hardwoods and the rocks
Challenges of introspection in natural surroundings
As the day is coming to
Approaching the end of the day
And the light starts slipping through
Light breaking through signifies a transition
I'm a hunter of more than venison
Reiteration of being a hunter beyond venison
I tend to wonder about this life and heaven
Continued contemplation of life and heaven
It's hard to hide from your thoughts
Struggling to escape one's own thoughts
In the hardwoods and the rocks
Challenges of introspection in natural surroundings
As the day is coming to
Approaching the end of the day
And the light starts slipping through
Light breaking through signifies a transition
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