Up, before the sun I rose,
To wander peaceful campground roads,
I walked among the fireflies,
And marvelled at the star filled sky,
A weary moon leaves its' heavenly perch,
To hide behind the bending birch,
An owl's hoot from the Hemlock forest,
Interrupts the nocturnal chorus,
I watched the sun climb misty hills,
And chase away those nightly chills,
Critters settle that prowl the night,
As morning sounds now take flight,
All is calm as I walk-on,
At this hour of early dawn,
Morning light bathes neighbouring hills,
A new day begins in scenic, Hocking Hills.
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