Green Bench

Last night, in a dream so deep, I found a bench where locals retreat. A shade of green, soft and worn, etched with time, weathered, torn. It called my name without a sound, rooted firm yet unbound. A bench I’d known, a bench I’d seen, draped in dusk, kissed by green. I sat and felt the world turn slow, whispers rising, voices low. Ghosts of laughter, drops of rain, memories stitched into the grain. This was the bench where boys turned men, where time moved slow, then fast again. Where secrets slipped through cracks in wood, in Lane Cove’s streets, where old friends stood And then I woke, the dawn aglow, yet in my mind, I still could go— back to green bench, still waiting there, bathed in dream-light, lost in air.

Excellent bench - great to reminisce sitting on the great loving bench, we love we beug on the great green bench lane cove finest

There's a bench. And it's green. If only everything else was this honest, it would make for a better society. This bench, therefore, in its simplicity, epitomises the best we as a society should achieve. I invite all of you to come to the Green Bench. It's a bench, And it's green.

Very scenic and comfortkbale bench for the men who sit here. Hills a bit of a sack but the reward makes up for it ❤️

I was awoken, in a daze, a voice in my dreams, reaching through the ether. GREEN BENCH it said Images of comfort and blissful satisfaction burned into my mind. I'd been floating through life with a bench shaped hole in my heart. Now, I had purpose, drive, meaning. I got out of bed, leaving my wife to her mundane, benchless slumber. My car refused to start, but this did not deter me. The divine was calling, and I intended to answer. I walked through the wildernesses guided only by the light of the heavens. GREEN BENCH it said The voice, this time louder and more potent. I felt every hair on my person, every bead of sweat, every nerve tingled in anticipation. My journey was almost at an end. Although streets away, the green glow of divinity pierced through the urban detritus. I could barely contain my exctasy, but remained vigilant. I rounded the corner, and the heavens sighed. Thine eyes doth witnessed its form, a form that defied mere perfection. The blackness of my soul, replaced by the green painted municipal bliss that stood triumphantly before me. GREEN BENCH 4 out of 5 stars