The trodden grass, the moldy pier, the leaves and dew, calm serenity.
Like the sun, like the boats. All the fun, all the jokes. The morning light, the horizon at sunset and the moon at night.
For love, for share, for care. Power. Strength. Determination… Survival.
The cold, the winter, the night. We’re under the trees… We’re under the stars. Black is miss- missing camping bliss.