Bush

To escape from reality,
the only way to succeed,
is to drive miles and miles,
'till you feel you are freed.
Setting up your camp,
gazing upon the stars.
How beautiful the sky is,
to be able to see Mars.
This is life at its kindest,
although there are hard times.
Camping is my happy place,
we are far from any signs.
My own dream when I'm older, 
is to have a nice house.
Living in the bush,
peaceful and silent like a mouse.