Tallulah, 12The colour green engulfed the campsite. Cicadas chirped, water flowed, was all music to my ears. Tents were scattered across the freshly mown grass. Chatter dies down, night has fallen. Crickets lay amid the grass, singing in the moonlight. Moreporks hoot in the distance. Possums rake the trees with their claws of fury. I close my eyes and and I can feel myself relax into a deep sleep.