Beneath the whispering pines I lay,
The night sky painted in cosmic display.
Stars above in silent embrace,
Nature’s rhythm, a gentle pace.
The campfire’s glow flickers bright,
Casting shadows in the tranquil night.
Stories and laughter fill the air,
Memories created beyond compare.
The forest hums a soothing song,
Crickets chirp and owls belong.
A symphony of the wild and free,
Under the canopy, just you and me.
As dawn approaches, colors unfold,
Morning dew, a sight to behold.
The adventure ends with the rise of the sun,
But the magic of camping has just begun.