Michael Jackson’s concern for the earth were evident and he voiced them many years before the catch phrases “save our planet” reverberated. His fanbase can now pay respects to him with the help of the Brooklyn Botanical Garden (BBG) whenever they visit his new memorial bench. The mission statement of BBG includes the sentiments of Michael Jackson and highlights his message in Earth Song.
“Seeking actively to arouse public awareness of the fragility of our natural environment, both local and global, and providing information about ways to conserve and protect it.”
Five years after his passing a group of Michael Jackson fans dedicated a Memorial bench in his honor at Brooklyns Botanical Garden located at 990 Washington Ave, Brooklyn, NY on Aug 27th, 2014. Two days later, Aug 29th the first gathering to pay tribute and join in loving respect ot honor Michael’s birthday occurred at 3pm. EST at the bench site.
The group read Maya Angelou’s beautiful Ode to Michael – “We Had Him” and a short video is available courtesy of Gadget Trish, a member of the group that gathered on his birthday.
“We Had Him” by Maya Angelou
Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind.
Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon.
In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure.
Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone.
Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him.
He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance.
Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that.
He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.
We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes.
His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us.
And we laughed and stomped our feet for him.
We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given.
Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana’s Black Star Square.
In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England
We are missing Michael.
But we do know we had him, and we are the world.