It was warm, the sky blue as the sea, and the plants were open to us all.
We ran across the park, hid behind trees; one had bark so smooth I hugged it and knew what love meant. 90 more words
I don’t like camping.
I love nature; there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to spend hours by walking on muddy ground, looking for signs of any type of living things from spiders to squirrels, gazing upon the sky through the thick layers of leaves and branches, and getting bitten by all sorts of insects. 1,317 more words