Spiky soul

Stony stems sway in the wind. 

They may be spiky but so very mighty.

Your green stems glow, your orange petals flow. 

You blend in like a flame of fire, 

You are my desire.  

Let this gentle bush dig its roots deep, as deep as the sea.

Even the smallest bush can create a shadow. 

I wonder how many of you are going through this much danger?

Let’s all help this little bush grow and let the wind flow through its petals.

You are a little bush but you have a big heart,

Bigger than the ocean and wider than Noah’s ark.

How are you endangered?

For you are such a gentle bush.

You are stranded up on top of that hill.

People may think you are not important, but with a blink of an eye they will realise.

You are my stony bush pea, my spiky, my mighty.