The White Star Bush

There was a blanket of flowers, 

covering the land with colour,

all the flowers were blooming,

and dancing, and zooming.

We need to save them, 

because they are living too.

I saw a flower sunbaking,

like a magical crystal, 

glistening in the sun,

the flower was a White Star Bush, 

so mystical but there was only one.

I thought something so wondrous wasn’t a thing,

just on its own,

its sweet smell made a bird sing,

a magical soft tone. 

The White Star Bushes are weeping,

they need our protection,

as without it,

our world will lose its perfection.