Amidst the towering pines we rest,
Where whispers of the night unfold,
A tranquil lullaby at nature’s behest,
In the moonlight’s gentle hold.

The crackling fire paints tales untold,
Of ancient woods and rivers wide,
In shadows cast, stories unfold,
A night where dreams and stars collide.

The canvas sky, a cosmic dance,
With constellations bright and bold,
In silence we find our stance,
In this refuge from the cold.

As dawn breaks with its golden hue,
The forest hums a morning song,
In nature’s arms, we find what’s true,
A place where wandering hearts belong.