We took our time,
found the campsite just fine,
grabbed enough branches,
to last us the night.
Built a fire,
kept fanning the flames,
wet wood will burn,
if you know the way.
"Here take these."
Was all that we knew.
Watched the sun go down;
with the plants strange brew.
Blood red moon;
a sliver of dagger,
rose then fell;
with an ominous flavor.
Smoke some toke,
see what goes down,
get a little silly,
while the stars start spinnin around.
Just like that;
it all collapsed.
Sirens in the distance,
start a panic and flap,
the tree told our friend,
to give them the Salvia and DMT.
So buried in the ground it sure did seem,
the safest place, to hide these things;
from the ugly arm of civilization,
reaching out to extinguish our dream.
Then *snap*,
our brains did flip;
perception became a thing that was confizzled.
"It must be the fairies"
The only rational thought.
Camping in a circle can get pretty hot.
A dog barking far,
brought images of police,
then we realized,
it was no vicious beast.
At that moment,
in that time,
it became apparent,
we'd be just fine.
Even though the barking;
was a million miles away,
it appeared to be right in front of us that day.
One could reach out and touch,
the dogs blaring noise,
pretty soon it was evident,
space and time had no meaning.
The dog barking far away;
was right in front of us that evening.
"AAHHG The fairies, they're up to it again!"
Retreating to our tents,
we tried to be men.
The trees told me stories,
of history past;
of man kinds development,
an animals wrath.
Meaty things;
born out of plants,
to make fertilizer,
to advance their chance.
Spinning and spinning,
they sent my mind reeling,
watching the stars,
with a completed sense of being.
When faster and faster;
my thoughts did race,
until the sun poked up;
and filled us with grace.
Whoooo boy;
look at that;
the thoughts went flat.
Suddenly realizing:
simply being,
is where it's at.
Laying there being;
without a wink of sleep,
watching the sun come back up,
upside down,
near the lake.
Human kind,
had it so easy then,
just be,
and exist,
and make some new friends.
Now even the animals,
try to ignore,
the civilization,
that grunts and roars.
They all just be,
man kind moves on,
never content,
to hear the sweet birds song.
Crawling out of our tents,
we all lost our minds,
it felt really great,
to be in touch with the divine,
that hides in the wilderness,
secreted away,
engravings on a machete;
our proof of the day.
The trees played us good.
Walked out feeling Greek;
like a philosopher of old,
our logic has been set,
by the druids untold.
