Mother Nature's Transmutation
This poem, inspired by Epping Forest, was written by Bev, a former neighbour of mine. She returned some years back to her native South Wales. The narrator is a tree! Mother Nature's Transmutation I could tell many stories Listen if you will Of a time way before you A way beyond you still Mother and I bear witness To a living free wild reign With even Winter's crispness We return again and again Wind and Rain refreshes; Sun gives parch; Our feet implant, drink deeply Of Mother's beating heart Earth transmutation flows To remedy the modern rush Of barren senseless 'knows' Laughed at by song of Thrush No one listens to 'my' story I've seen it all before By all of my Mother's glory Its right here on the floor Beverley Gill RETURN TO LIST OF POEMS