Mystery Bush

I am just a.. a bush.

I just sit here. I am a bush after all.

I am green, I think. I am a bush. A green bush. Nothing special about me.

To feel it. That wind that blows from time to time at night.

Sometime my space get invaded. I could do without it.

As I am a bush, I decide when I am feeling up for debate. I see it. It is like a sun, I am a bush, I like the sun.I like being here, it's nice and soft. Comfy, I think so at least.

Just filling in, I don't move, trust me.

I've been around, I can't remember the first place though.

I am a bush. I just observe the time from time to time.

I can't just be a bush, can I? I just like to be around and... nice. As we all know, it can get cold, I was once cold. It was freezing, I lost some of my green. It was harsh and a bad time for me. I get by. I mean, what else is there to do? I'm a bush. I can't be anything else. I mean look at me, I'm just a bush.

I'm sure I'm worth something. But in the meantime, I got nothing.

I am a bush. I am just a bush. I'm not special, I guess. Maybe in my own way, but I couldn't really prove anything. I am a bush after all

I am very good at spelling.