Camping Spot

I like to camp along the creek,
high up the mountain, next to the peak.
Big green trees are all around
and little waterfalls make their sound.
Always a cool breeze,
that sings through the trees.
Big white clouds float across the sky.
Sometimes they grow so high,
they rain and shower.
But! Not more then an hour.
It's okey when the sun goes down.
I've got a campfire to sit around.
Then late at night when the screech owl
sings.
I crawl in bed, and have sweet dreams.