Feeling the morning chill,
Creeping softly into sunrise,
A tangible feeling, a thrill,
Through tent opening, nature's disguise.
Quietness engulfing, overtaking one,
Listening to the quivering birds' song,
The birds echoing, pleasant bees hum,
The story of nature presents it's rhythm.
Camping in remoteness, a quiet peace,
Serenity found in nature,
All other worldly sounds cease,
You find yourself in nature's stature.
So follow the wandering trail,
Capturing moments found in time,
Yourself, or with others to avail,
That wanderlust, at nature's own shrine.
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