Violins, drums, guitars, and their tones,
nuts with squirrels standing on the stones.
Glittering high above the stars below the lake,
roll in the clouds and reflections away take.
Peace with piece of mind and food of thought,
distant wolves howl heard from quiet spots.
A tent, a fire, bug spray spread around,
relaxing while camping nature all around.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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