Sitting outside my tent in my camping chair was peaceful, and as night was falling I clambered out of my chair and asked my parents, “Can I go for a walk before sun down?” 

“Of course but not too long,” mum says.

As I stroll around our area I find myself getting sleepy, thinking to turn around. I force myself awake and keep going. As I stumble up a rise I find myself coming across a dead tree, I can see the beaming moonlight coming through. 

Standing on the hill, watching the moonlight shining through the old branches, is beautiful.