I sit by the camp fire and listen to all the different sounds
As the leaves were falling down to the ground
The stars were shinning and filled the sky
Then I heard the dear as it was walking by
The crackling sounds were coming from the fire
Knowing it was getting late and becoming tired
The pine needles will make a soft bed where I will lye
And think of my lost friend and begin to cry
A wolf was watching and came over to my side
Staring into his golden eyes I could hear him asking why
Now the sun was starting to peak over the hills
The camp fire went out and in the air there was a little chill
I know it was time for me to leave
Because the road sign read this area wasn’t a place to be
Walking down the road my shoes would make a crunching sound
For there wasn’t a concrete road to be found
The time went by as I made it to a small town
As I would look at their faces you could see them start to frown
At the edge of the town I heard a soft sound
Telling me that this was sacred grown
So as this day is now coming to the end
I think of how this venture started when it first began