Under the old Outeniqua yellowwood tree, which has its roots deep in the BRC
There is perched a bench for both you and me upon which to sit and contemplate
That which we struggle of to be free.
Under the old Outeniqua yellowwood tree, the mist rises from the valley below
Encompassing all our space yet the old Outeniqua tree supports us with her grace
When the mist has left the sun shine prevails, the old Outeniqua yellowwood tree
Provided lots of shady space.
So when you are far away from here and in a saddened rush,
Just stop for a moment and remember the place under the old Outeniqua yellowwood tree.
Buddhist Retreat Centre, Ixopo, KwaZulu-Natal, September 2018
© Mark Gettliffe