Venture 2, The Flowered Bush | Melissa Erickson

Against the clear backdrop of the blue sky, the yellow-flowered bush rustled and swayed with the slight breeze passing through. It had a faint, flowery scent that was carried through the air with the wind. Always dancing, always moving, the plant seemed to tease the other shrubbery near it, leaning deep to one side, then snapping abruptly back up again, only to tilt the opposite direction; playing and laughing. It seemed to have a mind of its own; however it was only the puffs of air controlling its every move. Without a care in the world, the bush seemed so unique, so care-free.

There were a number of them, actually. Several yellow-flowered bushes lined the windy dirt pathway; however each was its own. Each plant seemed to have its own personality, and some looked to have not noticed any of the others. Some reached out to neighboring shrubs and weeds, while others spread their branches out to the sun. A lone, solitary bush did not swing as much as the others, smaller and moodier, in addition to further down the path where an extremely popular bush swayed and socialized with the many that grew beside it.

The breeze died down, and with it, so did the many flowered bushes. Without the aid of their gusting friend, they lost the urge to dance and play. For a moment the air was calm, along with the nature within it. However, it was only a moment. Seconds later, the breeze picked up again, and the games began again.