The waves sparkled as if it was liquid sapphire,
Reflecting the light of the lively campfire;
And the crickets chirped in the nearby bush,
As the owl flew above with a soft whoosh;
The trees danced silently in the wind,
And it seemed as if the Moon grinned;
The sky’s stars cast their ethereal shine,
And of artificiality there was no sign;
And a part of nature I felt,
Because this sight can even make stone hearts melt.

- sasha