Camping with nature

As I wander through the darkness,
I wonder about the bees,
The sweetness and the sharpness,
The smell of the trees.

I cannot control my mind,
As I look for the stars, all aligned
It runs to the clouds,
The scent of the bushes, in crowds.

I push through the wind,
The flowers, the peas,
I shake and shiver,
Just like my knees.

Being here is bliss
Like the sun's kiss
The logs lounge around
In the campground.

I run towards the sunrise,
And kick up all the dust,
Nothing here I despise,
The land I do trust.