As the moon rises in the sky,
illuminating the tiny island on which I sleep.
The stars twinkle all around,
convincing me to abadon the rain cover of my tent.
The kayaks in the distance catch my eye,
inviting me to paddle through the night.
The phosphorescence sparkle in the water,
begging me to dance through their glittery magic.
The fire crackles in the distance,
drawing me in to warm my chilly toes.
The boars grunt in the bushes,
scaring me into the safety of my tent.
The cicadas sing from the trees,
drifting me off to dream land.
The rain drizzles from the clouds,
waking me from my slumber.
The struggle to attach my rain cover in the dark,