Campers Delight

Creatures howling at the moon under the midnight stars. Indians rain dancing just below the mountain top. Campers getting high in they're tent, outside a bonfire is lit. The ghost of the forest telling stories by the fire. I awoke to the sound of the wind, whispering like a scared naive child. I put on an ancient mask from the chiefs gallery, and walked into the dark. Strolling through the wilderness blindly. Raindrops leading my way through this unknown paradise, and I, I feel alright.