#WhisperingNature

Rolling mountains and cascading hills,
Camping in nature and living like Kings.
The song of the cuckoo the dance of the stag,
The beauty and wildness of a lofty old crag.

The deafening ocean, a delicate twist,
The incoming crawl of the blinding grey mist.
The clap of the thunder a bright flash of lightning,
You better hold tight this can be so frightening.

Bayou’s and rivers mean taking a chance,
Echoing the shimmering campfires dance.
Peaks so grand hugged by...