At Home With Nature Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Traipsing through forests, listening to the wind blowing through the tops of pine trees.
Sensations of spirituality filling me with a serene countenance, aiding me in daily misfortunes.
Remembering all the camping trips, at home with nature, recharging my batteries alongside a campfire, roasting marshmallows and making s'mores.
A relevant time in life, giving faith a reason to continue to be held tightly within my soul.
Evening skies, sparkling with twinkling stars, winking down upon us as we slept out in the open, looking at the sky until we fell asleep.