Camping Poem by rebecca leonard

The sun is creeping through the trees!
While the birds are singing!
You can hear the flutter of the black and yellow bees!
And you can see the dead branches clinging!
You never hear cars drive by!
You can feel the stickiness of the rain!
I feel so free like I will never die!
In the outdoors there is no pain!
You can run for miles!
With nobody to stop you!
No need for silly little files!
You can tell every diffrent little hue!
Outdoors!