Towering mountain on my back
Woods all around
Gentle stream flows by
Thunder roars and rain pours on my tent
And it’s me and my back pack
I sit mesmerized at natures might
The lightning turns the sky bright
Scarred I turn my music from loud to louder
I am suddenly at peace
All doubts and fear cease to exists
I surrender to the only might
In the night and starlight
Just me and my Backpack
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