Beneath a sky of countless stars,
We gather ’round the campfire’s glow,
Sharing stories, dreams, and scars,
As the night begins to slow.
The rustling leaves, a soft embrace,
The forest hums its ancient lore,
In this secluded, sacred place,
Our souls are free to soar.
The tent becomes our humble home,
A shelter from the world outside,
In nature’s arms, we cease to roam,
And find a peace we cannot hide.
As dawn approaches, light and fair,
We wake to birds’ melodic song,
With hearts now light and spirits bare,
We feel like we truly belong.