Under the Canopy of the Pine Trees
Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay in our warm sleeping bags, which lay on the hard ground full of pine needles to cushion our bags, while our campfire sheds its soft glowing light that fills the night air with the scents of the smoke and forest pine.
We’re up so high on the mountain top that the night air is cool and so clean, free from pollution from the city below.
We lay gazing in awe, hypnotized in the clear night sky, a theater of sparkling Stars and Constellations dancing with the North Star .The full moon is so large and bright you can almost see the man in the moon.
The sounds of the gentle breeze blowing through the brush, and tree leaves, and away in the distance an owl is hooting, perch to dive down onto its prey, while the wildlife is out feeding by the light of the full moon.
My husband says, “There is nothing to be afraid of because the animals are more afraid of you.
Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay in our warm sleeping bags, while our campfire sheds its soft glowing light that fills the night air with the scents of the smoke and forest pine, we finally fall immediately into exhausted sleep.
By eve roper 10/19/2014
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