The Bush of the desert

 In the desert,when there is a wind as a tree,

In the desert,when there is a house for a flourishness,

There is a power,and a life without a water,

There is a greenery,without a power and a trees.

The music is a desert,

The flower is a flute,

Which is driving a flower to it's origin,

Which is burning a flower for it's bush,

And a blossom is an adornment for the desert,

And a leaves are a wood for it,on it to stand,

And the bush is it's origin,for it,on it to grow.

The desert is a path,

The desert is a crown,

For a flowers who are looking for the truth,

For the foots,in order to pass to road,

The desert is a bush,sometimes for the life as well,

The bush is the desert,sometimes for the time as well,

The bouquet of a flowers,

The fields of a wild ones,

And a greenery of them,are the adornments for the desert,

When the music is driving you to your path,

When there is a path,which is unseen because of the smokes,

When you cross them,and when You're flourishing with them,

You are turning into a flourished path,

And it's turning into flourished bush for a life,

And it's getting to be an adornment for the desert in our lifes.

Di Maria

07/11/25