Camping

There is a certain abandon in camping.
To stay away from society,
Even if for a few days.

A fantastical abandon it is --
To be free.
To have private time.

Even if for a few days,
Camping has its releasing effect:
It refreshes

For when we camp,
We rely upon ourselves:
The fruits of one's labour are ever so sweet.

To relive the ways our early ancestors lived
We feel a certain unity:
The same splendour of visiting a museum.

And if there are friends,
You leave camp
As closer friends

For now,
You rely
Upon each other.

And even all this
Does no justice to camping.
Camping is lovely.