Fires Warmth

Camping

 

Under the watchful gaze of the moons light I sit

The campfire raging on as dusk begins to descend upon the campsite

There I sit looking with pale green eyes fixed upon the darkness that night offers

Looking back into the warmth of a raging fire and watching it move with the slightest of breezes

Out of the distance I hear the faint cries of a mystic grey wolf, made all the more breathtaking

with the crackle of the fire and the glowing ambers of fire as they ascend into the nights sky

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

I love the beauty of nature and the glory of camping, very nice all that's missing is a marshmellow