The small bush

The silky leaves on the bush were as soft as a lamb’s wool.
The bush was a small boy abandoned by his father, sitting alone in the ground.
The breeze blew the leaves from left to right.
The bush sat it in the sun gleaming on the shiny leaves.
The wooden stem stood proud and strong knowing it could hold the bush up in the breeze.
The bush had survived for many years next to the busy school that had many dangers, yet still it stands strong.
The bush's small branches were like a small child’s hands, gentle and fragile.
The plant smelt like fresh honey from the bee hive.