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
Night.
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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