CAMPING
I wake up to the sound of
A zipper
as someone pretends
that they arnt awake
when they try to run out of the tent
Without making any noise.
I sit and listen to the birds
Singing to one another
in a language I don't understand.
When I get out
Of my paper house,
I step out into
crisp air
with trees,
And felled logs around me.
And when I walk over to the rock,
The water is smooth as glass
And reflects like a mirror.
And I stare into the peacefulness
Wondering how something
So beautifuley stunning
Can stand in the middle of nowhere
And not have everybody
know if it.
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how is everyones summer so far?
