The world stands still as I sit and stare,
As I feel the bitter wind bite at my nose.
I can see the trees standing bare
When the cold wind comes, it frosts my toes.
Everything still, quiet without care
I watch the soft trees rustle
While I sit still, and stare
I stay still and hustle.
Here the calling birds talk to me
Here them cry and swoop.
Watch them all go to flee
I can see them do the loop.
The peace, the stillness
It cleanses me from the dark.
As we drive away in the roughness
I just don't want to leave the bush.
