Deserted

Deserted.

The silence of the night, was being torn apart with the angry wind’s scream ;
On the edge of the dense forest, besides the overflowing gurgling stream ;

Stood an empty camp ; the torn canvas tents fluttering in strong breeze.
Gazing at a crescent moon in the sky, trying to escape the dark cloud’s tight seize.

The camp was deserted, the people within had left their tents behind,
The weather was extreme, the relentless heavy rain had been very unkind.

They had left the camp dejected, defeated, their morale hurt and pained,
Their wet boots and bags soaked heavy, their strong resolute, eventually waned.

The camp fire could not be lit for days, the gusty winds blew so strong ,
They huddled together through the rain chilled nights, not knowing what went wrong.

They had set the camp filled with enthusiasm of youth, eager for an adventure ,
Ignoring the dark cloud’s warning, not knowing that weather could be a stranger .

To walk through the dense green forest and reach its end was their daring plan,
But nature had a different will, and their adventure had to stop even before it began.

The darkness of the night had entered the heart of an empty, deserted camp,
They had long fled, and amidst strewn around things stood alone an unlit lamp.

It was a camp, but with a different story to tell,
It was a camp, where people could not dwell.
It was a camp, which did not hear any campfire song,
It was a camp , where happy faces did not throng.
It was a camp, in the depths of a jungle, no one knew,
It was a camp, which still awaits for someone new !