The silence of the Bush

A silence that stirs and kisses

Whispers deceptively in hisses

Beckoning to enter her depths

Stilling your quickening breaths

She leads you to her inner shrine

A place that loses your track of time

Save the rising and falling of the sun

Your hearts beating together as one

Far from the jungle made of stone

Her brush strokes are for you alone

Where going out means going within

Bringing tranquility to your inner din

Her music is deafeningly loud

Nature’s requiem, a chorusing crowd

Setting the scene and the stage

To free you from your secret cage