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~Reflections in the bush~

The bush, medicates humans and animals; but, do the plants; get enough time, to medicate; other plants?
The bush, may have; certain reactions with us, but; what if the plants, didn't want us to stereotype them; just from their affects?
Where does the bush hide; during harsh weather?
Is the bush more united; than humans?
What, would the bush; think, would be;  environmentally sustainable?
How, do we; reenchant the bush?
The bush, must have; some, level of faith; in society, for society; to still exist.
Perhaps, sometimes; you need the bush, to be; the compass.
Does, society; make the bush, dizzy?
Don't allow bushlands; to be, a natural disaster.
Life, is full; of landslides, waterfalls and rain; but the bush, tries; to stay grounded.
If you walk, into the bush; don't return.
Why, didn't the bush, deserve; counselling?
How is, time; connected to bushland?
The bush's seasons, could be; an artform.
Can you, stay; in bushland, without being; wild?
The bush, wouldn't have wished; for hierarchies.
Does bush air, get enough; fresh air?
Don't recycle negativity. Be more like; bushland.
Does the bush, connect the brains; to the waves?
Is the bush, good for; balancing?
Is, all bush dust; stardust?
What causes; climate-change denial? Not the bush.
Does a mirror, in the bush; give you, a different interpretation; to a mirror, in the city?
Does there, become; a point in time, where the bush; finally becomes, compulsory to protect?
Society, doesn't seem; to mourn, the loss; of billions of animals, from recent bushfires.
Does the bush; hide mysteries?
The bush, never forgot; about magick.
Can the bushland, introduce new dreamscapes?
Does the bush; forget weather patterns?
Does the rain; hide in the bush?
Does the sun; soak the bush's tears?
Why, don't we hear; the bush's heartbeats?
Does the bush, have one language; or several?
Are there, enough nutrients; in the bush's soil?
What, would; the bush, consider; to be fair?
Does the bush, find our laws; orderly?
Is time, an exaggeration; of the bush?
Does the bush, make us; less dramatic, as we disassociate; from time?
Is the bush; part of heaven?

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sparrowsong

Hello Seamus...

Welcome to Cosmo!

​​​​​Bushes hold many secrets...

They can be very helpful...

They can also lose things good...

Few there be to find it...

If you find a High School Ring let me know...

Year 1985...

I dropped mine off of a Fire Escape a long time ago...

​​​​​​If found I can describe it...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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Dr. Shakira Nan...

This piece presents a thought-provoking exploration of the relationship between nature and humanity, particularly focusing on the bush as a symbol of both resilience and vulnerability. The series of questions encourages readers to reflect on the interconnectedness of all living things, prompting contemplation about how the bush—representing natural ecosystems—experiences life, weather, and societal impacts.

The use of repetitive questioning creates a rhythmic quality that emphasizes the complexity and depth of the themes being addressed. It challenges the reader to consider the bush not merely as a backdrop to human existence but as a vital entity with its own thoughts, feelings, and needs. The imagery of the bush dealing with harsh weather, seeking unity, and providing a sense of grounding resonates deeply, reminding us of our shared responsibility to protect and appreciate the natural world.

Overall, this piece is a beautifully introspective meditation on nature, inviting us to reconsider our perspectives on the environment and our place within it. It encourages a shift from viewing nature as a resource to be exploited to recognizing it as a community to which we belong and with which we must coexist harmoniously.

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