Be wilder, leave no trace.

Ten days beneath the open sky,

where trees stood still and stars flew high.

We came as strangers, left as kin

with dirt-streaked hands and fire within.

We carved our spoons with steady hands,

learned fire's dance in embered sands.

No match, no lighter, just a spark,

to warm the bones and light the dark.

A cirlcle formed with hearts laid bare,

around the flames, we learned to care.

For tales once lost, now softly told,

by voices young and voices old.

We howled at dusk with wolf-born grace,

moonlit madness on each face.

Not for show, or just for sound

but to shake our roots into the ground.

Laughter echoed through the pines,

with good food and longing eyes.

We cried , too – when the stories came

that named our joy, and named our pain.

We danced in mud, we sang with rain,

we honored every leaf and every grain.

Our footprints vanished, wind erased,

yet every soul the earth embraced.

We listened deep, we learned to see

the quiet art of how to be.

No phones, no clocks, no shallow pace

just presence carved in time and space.

No plastic left, no ember stray,

just memories tucked in bark and clay.

For nature gave and we gave back,

not with scars, but with a track.

So we returned, our hearts rearranged,

by stars and mud and minds exchanged.

Not tamed, but touched by something deep,

a promise wildness dares to keep.

Leave no trace, but carry flame

off all we shared, and all became.

Together, under sky so wide,

Where wonder lived, and we replied:

We will be wilder!