Camp

The smell of pine and earthy ground,

The rustling leaves, a peaceful sound.

A tent pitched, a fire blazing bright,

The great outdoors, a wondrous sight.

The stars above, so clear and wide,

With fireflies that gently glide.

The sounds of nature, all around,

In this peaceful place, our spirits unwound.

So let's pack up, and head on out,

And leave the city, with its stress and doubt.

For in the woods, we'll find our peace,

With nature's beauty, our worries will cease.