Under the Open Sky

Underneath the open sky, where the wild winds fly,

Waiting in the quiet camp, as the daylight dies.

Old tent in the corner, whispering tales,

Surrounded by the shadows, where the night prevails.

Feeling the chill, yet the spirit's warm,

Lost in the stories, of the nights we’ve worn.

Echoes of the past, in the crackling fire,

Holding onto memories, that will never tire.

Campfire's glow, in the midnight's hue,

Sharing our stories, old and new.

Through the darkness, the stars light the way,

In this world of wonder, we choose to stay.

Facing the silence, with courage and grace,

In the heart of the wilderness, our sacred space.

With every breath, freedom's song we sing,

In the soul's adventure, on adventure's wing.

Underneath the vast, endless sky,

We dream, we live, we fly high,

Together in the night, so free, so true,

In this camping life, me and you.