Burning Bush
Today I happened to spy a burning bush. Well, it wasn't a bush it was a fir tree. And at first it wasn't burning, it had little orange bells dancing on it's arms. The wind caught it and the whole centre seemed to burst to life and I saw fire. I can't say it spoke as such because Pandora was speaking and the window was shut. Yet for a good three minutes I felt a wonderful calm descend on me. Now I'm perfectly aware that it's a trick of light and shadow, the sun setting in the West on an youthful spring day, and Tangerine Dream has been known to calm me at times; but I think my burning bush - sorry, fir tree - is worth a mention in the annals of burning bushes.