Camping in the night.
By the whistling hallowing trees,
Blown by the subtle winds,
Stars shine ever so brightly across
The North sky.
The moon sneakily peeks in from the grey
Clouds, trying to shed his share of
Light onto the land.
Surrounded by the blazing fire on simple wood,
A group of friends partake in giggles,
Burn marshmallows, gather
Warmth and smiles on a chilly
Hours go by, the wolf howls,
The sounds of zips are heard
closing ever so quietly.
All is silent, only five blue
Tents are seen.
The camp side fire is blown out.
Neelam Shah is a second year International Relations with Media Cultural Studies student at Kingston University.
She is passionate about creative writing, Journalism, writing and research.
Her hobbies include blogging, reading, photography, traveling, volunteering, visiting museums and exhibitions and playing badminton.
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