The Campside

By Sahiba Sarker

A cold winter night;

A few wishes and a Christmas light,

The darkness of the season makes us fright;

A beautiful sky light,

The gleaming stars start to collide;

The moon shines bright as a twilight,

Sitting at the campside;

As our souls ignite,

And memories reunite;

The freezing weather despite,

It's still a delight,

It's still a delight.

By Sahiba Sarker