Solo camping

Far away from the clamors,

there lies, my treasured solace...

Where nature is still untouched,

and I visit, for a change of pace. 

Carrying a camping bag,

I hike the jungle trails,

towards my favorite spot,

set camp, have my lonely rest.

A cool breeze brushes my cheeks,

as the sky rumbles, at a distant place,

moisture fills the atmosphere, 

warning an impeding downpour. 

So, I sprint, reaching tent site,

a flat grassland, buffered from wind,

holding my flashlight, as night descends,

wearing raincoat, set the camp tight.

And I assemble poles, letting it seed,

matching them on body and footprint,

attaching the tent body to the poles,

laying out the rain fly...on the top. 

Once everything set, I felt the relief, 

as raindrops falls, on my skin,

so I lie down, under tent's cover,

listening a lullaby of pitter-patter.

Moments passed, I slowly drifted,

in the nature's magical ambience,

coming to sense, as stomach growls,

taking out, my cooking utensils. 

Boiling water, making the tea,

to complement, my special Maggi,

a little opening, I welcomed the breeze,

yet, received dry leaves with the drizzle.

A whiff of fragrance, scent of damp earth, 

I was immersed in the wilderness perfume, 

as the wind whispers, through the silhouettes, 

of the rustling leaves, and swaying branches. 

Alone, yet strangely I felt connected,

with the soul of earth, and the universe, 

for, under the starry sky, I witnessed,

the wisdom of this hidden quest...

In my solo camping haven.