The powerful loneliness of the bush
Overwhelms you as soon as you step in it
Time loses its meaning
You are simply confronted to eons
Man has no history there
He is but a transient visitor
For the bush is old
Semi desertic, arid
Seemingly empty to humanity senses
Closed to scrutiny, it has to be won,
It is not welcoming
Its stark beauty has to be discovered
Many have dreamt of wealth
Many have died in this quest
The bush spirit is everywhere
Surrounding you
You may be lucky to see it
Even to hear its heart beating
So many are blind and deaf to it.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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