The Beginning

An empty bench in the park.
People come... people go...
Animals come...and go...
The bench sits empty.
Forlorn? lovelorn?
Perhaps waiting for the one to come.

Pondering... it sits.
Awaiting for that answer.
Behold, a spark!
Of hope and inspiration.
Dreams? Perhaps...

Of lives of others, it observes...
A keen observer, it is.
Lives of people, hectic and busy.
Time, traffic, rushing, shoving.
It can provide that resting place.
For all who are willing to stop, rest
and recharge...
Smiles emerge from the creases of
the frowns...

Ah... the bench straightens up as best as it can.
To hold that thought... that emotion.
A pair of emotions... it had.
frowning from the strains of Life and
smiling from a realisation that pursuit isn't all that
matters...

a minute seems like a day...
a day draws on like a month...
the bench feels the moments crawling by...
why am i here?
what is my purpose?

in that moment, the bench remembers!
a long long time ago...
a weathered hand planted a seed
it grew into a tree
another hand chopped it down
turning into planks and splinters
it was shaped through blood and sweat
it was made with loving hands

Love... that's the feeling it was had
and was missing dearly.
Ah... as it looked back.
It all came back.
This is the love that it can give back
to the hands that made it.
To offer a resting place for people
To reflect, to catch that breath,
To see the world rush by.
Yes... L O V E