In the velvety black-blue sky
two mountains stand as soldiers
with their snow-clad peaks glistening
in the white gentle moonlight.
I lie on my back on my sleeping bag,
my outstretched hand playing with
the dew-laden soft grass.
The smell of the moist Earth fills my lungs
grounding my very being.
The sound of the crickets fills my ears
with a chaotic symphony.
The sneaky stars play hide and seek with me.
And in my heart only these words echo