I am woken at dawn by golden rays creeping through my tent
flickering on the walls saying their friendly good morning
the birds are chirping softly
I hear the rush of babbling water in the distance
I sleepily stumble outside and stretch my arms to the sky
throwing my head back and breathing in the fresh air
the smell of pine, cold water, and dirt swirl around me
eagles are circling me miles overhead,
the guardians of the mountains
I look to my left and see the greenest hills rolling
miles from civilization
abandoned yet accepted
free
I feel a sense of peace wash over me
here I am raw
here I am real
stripped down to my truest form
no judgemnet
no media
no shame
just the earth beneath my feet
the innocence of nature accepting me
asking me to join it
I make a fire and stare into the crackling flames
feeling all of my worries wash away slowly like words written in a shoreline
realizing how small my problems actually are
feeling so full and so whole
I am truly alive again
