Whispers of the Wild

In the hush of the forest deep, Where ancient trees in silence sleep, A fire crackles, sparks take flight, Dancing gently through the night. The river hums a silver tune, Mirroring the crescent moon, Leaves whisper secrets in the breeze, Carried softly through the trees. A path of stones beneath our feet, Guides wanderers where earth and sky meet, The smell of pine, the scent of rain, Cleanses hearts of every strain. Owls call softly from the dark, Frogs reply by the water’s bark, A lantern swings, a shadow moves, Night reveals its quiet grooves. Stories shared by firelight, Eyes reflecting starlit night, In the forest, peace is found, Camping hearts in nature bound.