Trails: A Poem
In the morning fog,
We followed the trails of adventure,
Never knowing the turns we'd encounter,
Still we hiked until we found the mountain top,
There we frolicked with joy in the afternoon sun,
Soaking up sunshine and the peace of nature,
We set up camp swiftly as the sky gradually darkened,
Lying in our warm sleeping bags,
Gazing at the stars and making our wishes.
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