We set up our tent
As the sky darkens quickly
The ground is squishy and soft
I walk towards the tent, past the warm fire
Thousands of different shades of green
As far as the eye can see
I take off my pine needle encrusted, mud covered boots
And enter the comfort of the tent
Before I fall asleep I zip up all the doors
I sink into my sleeping bag
And listen to the loud silence
The steady dribbling of the rain above my head
And the trees whispering to each other
The river sings a mysterious lullaby
As the stars declare the night
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