It's dark,  and all I hear are the frogs croaking in the background, in the emptiness of the night.

I'm sitting alone contemplative the fire wood creep and crackle as it burns down in front of me.

Is like music you can't write because there's no way to describe what you hear out here in the wilderness.

Beauty you can't see but you feel.

Beauty you can't touch but you breathe.

Beauty all around, surrounds you.

Surround me with your arms, come live in my empty world, and it'll be empty no more.