Camping ✓

I gather around by the warm and welcoming campfire,

inviting me to stay close and share in its glory.

Marshmallows roast at one million degrees,

sparks fly like free birds.

The wind howls in the night.

A full moon casts a pure white light,

brighter than my flashlight.

Dark clouds roll in,

covering the silver moon.

Morning comes,

waking up the world.

A brand new day has arrived.

The luscious green grass sparkles,

the sun dances across the lake.

Treasures undiscovered,

adventures await.

No one knows what lies in the mystic woods.

Creatures and critters of all sorts roam around,

leaving only footprints,

big and small.

Crows fly over head.

Caw, caw, caw.

Maybe they're trying to tell us something,

perhaps the secrets of the earth.

In a language we are unaware of,

yet do we listen?

For stories untold,

we believe them to be myths.

Though they may be legends,

simply fairy tales to us.

We cannot be certain,

nor deny,

their ability to be,

wonderous keys.

For life is a journey,

not a destination.

There are no limits,

on a camping trip.

By: @Guava26