Beneath the emerald canopy, we lay our weary heads,
The symphony of crickets, a lullaby in the night.
Flickering flames dance, casting shadows on our souls,
As the moon’s gentle gaze, whispers secrets untold.

In the heart of the wild, where dreams are woven,
The scent of pine and earth, a balm to our spirits.
Stars like ancient guardians, watch over our slumber,
Their light a testament to the timeless wonders above.

Morning dew kisses the grass, a silent greeting,
Birds serenade the dawn, a chorus of new beginnings.
Nature’s embrace, a sanctuary from the world’s haste,
Each breath, a reminder of life’s simple grace.

As the sun ascends, painting the sky with hues of gold,
We pack our memories, treasures of the forest’s hold.
With hearts full of wonder and souls replete,
We leave the wilderness, but its whispers linger sweet.