But not because of its magnificence
Dear is the Casuarina to my soul:
Beneath it we have played; though years may roll,
O sweet companions, loved with love intense,
For your sakes, shall the tree be ever dear!
Blent with your images, it shall arise
In memory, till the hot tears blind mine eyes!
What is that dirge-like murmur that I hear
Like the sea breaking on a shingle-beach?
It is the tree's lament, an eerie speech,
That haply to the unknown land may reach Toru Dutt 1856-1877
Not because of love but because of sound this tree takes me back in time when I slept on deserted beaches.
I was only seventeen when I traveled up to Arnhem land (Arnhem Land, Australia, is Aboriginal homeland at the Australian Top End east of Darwin). our hearts were courage's and young and fear did not exist,I slept everywhere i lay my head never thinking of what might be hiding in our wild bush ,so I never did see any danger,no spiders,snakes,crocs we just cruised along in the jeep and picked out the most beautiful places to stay for a while.
After a while being in nature we lost all interest for materialism i think there were moments I can recall as the happiest time in my life so far,our trip lasted for three months and I have a few nice story's to tell if you want?? artwork by me,pen drawing from a long time ago