Baskadia

A sunny day, a sentinel's journal

A day of peace, with no enemies nearby.

The birds are singing sweetly, and the sky is so clear.

My heart is true as the sun shines down.

I'm standing tall atop my guard post, admiring the beauty of the forest's autumn.

The trees are changing colour, their leaves on fire.

Orange, yellow, and red colours, a sight to behold.

The breeze is light, and the air is clean.

I will never forget the sights and sounds.

A day of joy, a day of peace,

A sentinel's diary, a day I will remember.