Camping
Camping beneath the shimmering stars
Makes me realise how insignificant we really are
The moonlight gently caressing the world outside a canvas door
Such a beautiful, calm picture, I often find myself longing for
In the wilderness, back to nature
Far from the ever growing lights of the town
Away from the hussle and bussle, far from every thing that makes me frown
The peace, the tranquillity
Time to consider your own reality
Following the natural cycles of the earth
Some how reconnects you to your own self worth
Sleeping from dusk till dawn
Being woken by the birds morning song
Date: 2005
Copyright © Stephen Mayne | Year Posted 2017
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