My friend Benny takes me flying.
From inside the bean-bag we are away
Across the rooftops, over the mountains
Down valleys where dinosaurs
Roam beneath ancient skies
And trees like the prehistoric Wollemei
Once thought extinct
Flourish protected by the secret of location. *
Along deserted coastlines
We weave in and out of the dancing penguins
Marvel at the sight of windblown fences
Thinking of nature and how it heals
Brings us closer, creates a perspective
We can only benefit from.
Benny tells me he is unwell,
That he doesn’t want go away,
We stop and make lasting handprints
A memory that will always be
On rocks that unlike us have survived forever.
Benny is wise I know he is
He’s my best friend,
He says he will always be here for me
And I know he will
Best friends are trusted aren’t they.
* The Wollemei Pine was once thought to be extinct for some two thousand years until discovered in a remote valley in New South Wales Australia. I stood beside one once and couldn’t help but be humbled by its ability to survive and its innate beauty. Now days there is a concerted action to grow the tree and encourage its survival. The exact location of the original trees remains a guarded secret….