Take me away, to a land of bush.
Under open blue sky’s, ill find my nook.
Bird songs in the breeze.
A stream flowing past my feet.
Air, light and crisp. Easy to take in unlike this air heavy and thick.
My mind wanders through a Forrest so green. Reaching out I can feel the trees.
This is where I belong.
Take me to the land of bush.
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