Under the vast and endless sky,
Where dreams and whispers gently fly,
The campfire’s glow flickers bright,
In the deep embrace of the night.
The rustling leaves sing a tune,
A serenade to the loyal moon,
Natureâs choir, a gentle breeze,
Brings solace among the trees.
Stories told in shadows cast,
Echoing tales of ages past,
Laughter mingles with the night,
Hearts aglow in shared delight.
As dawn paints the sky in hues of gold,
Memories of the night we hold,
A canvas of dreams, wild and free,
Camping beneath the whispering tree.