Camping

Now we go for a camping over the hill

Where wind blows whistles and keeps growing chill

Besides there is a river

And when u touch the water with ur feet you shiver

We also gather woods to cook some stories slow

We watch the shooting starts above and the fireflies below

What a secret to find, what a mystery to unravel

When around us are forests and feet rest on gravel

Oh how I heard a sound of a snake rattling

Oh I am Not scared for am not sure whether a leopard is roaring

Oh I sometimes wish the sun better rise soon

Oh I also pray that this night forever holds the moon

To my left a friend to my right a friend

I want to go campings which never end