The Bush
By 6RED
An unexpected breeze swept across the dusty land
As the bird glided up over the desolate desert of lonely bushes
The burnished gold sand was as bare as space;
It was barren, empty and completely alone
Uninhabited dry lands of, unneeded hands
Millions of solitary bushes scattered across the ground
The lifeless land seemed naked of anything good or healthy,
Trees were abandoned in the deadly land
Scorching hot as the sun, bare and dead bushes all around
A dreamless empty wasteland of sand dunes where not even a predator would linger
A lonely place where nothing seems alive.
As the bird glided up over the desolate desert of lonely bushes
The burnished gold sand was as bare as space;
It was barren, empty and completely alone
Uninhabited dry lands of, unneeded hands
Millions of solitary bushes scattered across the ground
The lifeless land seemed naked of anything good or healthy,
Trees were abandoned in the deadly land
Scorching hot as the sun, bare and dead bushes all around
A dreamless empty wasteland of sand dunes where not even a predator would linger
A lonely place where nothing seems alive.
