Dear Diary,
I wrote a poem today on the world:
The sound is calm
the breeze blowing through leaves
rain drops dripping from leaves of a palm
it makes you feel at ease.
Another one on stars:
The starry night is bright in the sky
Shooting stars flow and across space
stars shining real high
Every star moves at there own pace.
I wrote it when I went camping yesterday. Everything looks scary at first, but if you adapt to nature, you can find neat things about it. Its sound, feeling, and beauty. I wish all of the world could be like that.