In the bush

In the bush,

One is bound to wander.

In the bush,

One wonders.

In the bush,

One is silent.

In the bush,

One muses.

In the bush,

One ponders.

In the bush,

One digs deeper within.

In the bush,

One considers.

In the bush,

One mulls over.

In the bush,

One meditates.

In the bush,

One faces oneself.

In the bush,

One puzzles over.

In the bush,

One is alone.

In the bush,

One reflects upon.

In the bush,

Death is the other.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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