What I learned at camp:

The North Star guides me

and the Little Dipper beneath

The Big Dipper to the left,

Orion’s Belt to the right.

When I come in from the snow,

The warmth may sting like ice.

The universe is so big that nothing matters,

But sitting around the campfire,

Guitars strumming,

Sparks and cinders crackling,

To my heart, everything does.