Beneath the Bunya Pines
Beneath the bunya pines, I rest
My
tired heart and mind,
Under
their shade, I feel I leave
My
tired world behind
The
stand of Pines lies on the hills
Above
urban thoroughfares,
An
oasis filled with greenery,
With
sheep and prancing hares
Timeless
stands the bunya pines
Left
on their own, alone
Remnant
of an ancient Farm
Where
citrus trees were grown
The
rolling hills around the pines
Make
a meadow evergreen,
And
from that hilltop, city lights
From
faraway be seen
It
is under these towering pines
I
find my sanctum pure,
Their
shadows under sunny skies
There
is no better cure
And
hear the miners, cockatoos
As
they flit through shade and shine
Only
bettered by the winds
When
they whisper through the pine
The
meadows remind of bugyals that
I
left far behind at home,
Alpine
pastures - snow clad peaks
This
heart still yearns to roam
And
sometimes the horizon’s whitened clouds
Look
like a mountain chain,
The
icy illusion good enough
To
melt out all the pain
And
thus I dream under the pines
Merging
present with the past
My
dreamy ship wandering worlds
The
pine trees as its mast
I
have often wondered why I like
The
hills, the pines, their song
Perhaps
because under their shade
I
see the rights from wrong
I
find snowy shards of a distant past,
Of
unforgettable mountains blue
But
in that peacefulness of pine
I
see the present too
The
shadows cool on emerald grass
Help
me stop and breathe
The
future blooms with hope and love
Above
the rolling heath
At
the setting crimson sun,
In
that quietude, we all stand still
There
is no more need to run
Perhaps
the antique trees of age
Help
slow the speed of time,
Above
their roots, under their shade
This
world turns more sublime
And
when we sip their magic air
We
turn some wiser grey,
We
understand that of all this time
What’s
better than today?
And
so beneath the bunya pines,
I
go back oft again,
And
all the seasons merge as one
Summer
skies and winter rain…
01st
April, 2024
Inspired
by the stand of Bunya Pines at the historic Bella Vista Farm - where the Australian
Merino wool industry commenced more than a hundred years back, and which once
housed the country’s largest fruit farm. The towering pines - planted atop a
hill to act as an arboreal lighthouse to show the position of the Farm house - have
outlived the farm and its many
generations of owners, and still stand as silent sentinels preserved in a bubble
of timelessness standing atop, and afar from the busyness of the city that sprawls
around it.
Images - AI generated anime versions of the images of the Farm
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