By beaches of white shining, where the turquoise tide returns
the sound of children's laughter rings through eucalypts and ferns;
the kookaburra answers with his old familiar song --
they will be forever young.
The crystal healing waters from the mystic mountains flow;
the wounds are sweetly mended where the herbs and flowers grow.
There is a place not dreamed of, nor ever told by tongue
where they are forever young.
The children are not distant, for the place in which they live
is in our hearts forever with the blessings that they give.
Listen! They are playing now, their limbs again are strong --
they will be forever young.
At evening, when the kookaburra hurries to its nest
and we grow ever older, the little ones will rest
beneath the holy arbour with the fruit so heavy hung --
and will be forever young.
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Lovely!
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ReplyDeleteThese are very beautiful words for calming grief.It helps in in the intense pain of loss to think about them staying young forever and avoiding the hardships of life ahead of them.(Israel)
ReplyDeleteAh, Pip, for a cranky ol' codger you can certainly hit the sentimental spot. Love it.
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