Blades of grass sway slightly
Pushed by the gentle touch of a breeze
The faint smell of s’mores in the air
Lofting through the rustling trees
Embers take flight out of the fire
Like red orange shooting stars
As all dwellers look to the sky
Observing the rusty color of mars
A faint light rests over the east
The sun waits patiently for its time to rise
The moons illumination shines on the landscape
Stars reflect off my humble brown eyes
Nostalgia plays movie reels of my past
Showing them vividly on the screen of my mind
A tear drops from my eye meant for sorrow
Instead drops for joy of the solace I find
This makes me want to go camping somewhere super remote and amazing!
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You should! Camping is so refreshing and rejuvenating. π
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A wonderful poem!
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Thanks so much! π
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Blessings!
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This is very surreal, so gentle and cleansing. I love it.
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Thank you so much! It felt so nice to take a camping trip recently for some much needed relaxation. π
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Knowing that made me smile, thank you. π
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