by Lauren Huyser

(Song Possiblity? – Listen to recording on Garageband – Rooibos)

Soft sand blows in the wind, 
Cool clean water rushes in,
down where the red bush grows. 

Mountains high reach to the stars, 
While the shimmering light gleams off of cars.
Down where the red bush grows.

Dream of a place, where the heat is nice,
Find an estate, of men and mice, 
Beat the world at it’s own game.

Blue sky forever with clouds,
Wind high wrapping trees in shrouds,
Down where the red bush grows.