MAGIC BUS: Winter, Campground at Night

A star-filled sky, a magic bus so bright, In the campground on a winter's night, The warmth of a fire, the cool air so light, A moment of peace and tranquil delight. No need for a plan, no need to decide, Just enjoy the ride, no matter the stride, The night is alive with a magical vibe, Where the stars shine so bright and the journey comes alive. As the bus rolls on, with its magical load, We ponder our fate and the roads we have chose, The journey we take, the thrills that we hold, Are all part of the magic of being alive on a winter night.