The Winter Camp Poem by Rizwana Sultana

We were taken to winter camp,
From school to study nature,
Which made me realize,
That nature is only the best teacher.

It was fun to roam inside
The dense and deep forest,
I consider those days of my life,
As the most enjoyable and the best.

We did lots of adventure,
Amidst pristine nature,
From trekking and rock-climbing,
To bird-watching and river crossing.

We climbed the forested slopes,
Craggy mountains and landslides,
Guided and taught perfectly,
By our talented guides.

We even saw the pug marks of the leopard,
Clear and deep in the sand,
And the sound of peacocks, we heard,
In the camp, which was a wonderland.

Watching the hill mynas far away,
With our binoculars,
And hearing the sound birds,
Gorgeous and spectacular.

No one gives importance,
To nature's melodious sounds,
The sound of drizzling rain,
Brings me pleasure beyond bounds.

The scenes of old farm buildings,
Open fields and overflowing river,
The nostalgic memories will remain,
In my mind forever.

I really miss the night-out in which,
We went far from our campsite,
And pitched out tents near the river bank,
To stay in the warm tents overnight,

I couldn't even imagine,
It would be so much fun,
In the adventurous camp,
Which was like heaven.

I will always remember,
The chilly cold night of December.
In which we spent the whole night,
In the cold forest, with nothing in sight.

We worked hard to collect firewood,
To burn at night and prepare food,
Where everything was prettier and natural,
Than the busy life, artificial.

The last day - the day of camp fire,
Was good as well as bad,
As it was a nice time to enjoy the raised fire,
But at the same time, we had to part.