Change by Beverley Gill
Ebbing and flowing the tide of change,
Power ultimate without any range
Prising open out of gridlock, mangled determined archaic views
Pushing aside frivolities, passions, of titterings of what to do?
Back to the Base of wondrous speculation of newness, of brighter expanse, exploration.
Of glory and heart, pure jubilation, openings a multicoloured manse.
What are we doing? Where are we going? As we rage,
Turmoil twists, promised breakdowns
Seeking wisdom from the sage
We race towards the future.
The sun gets hotter, water levels rise
Wind and waters shift their courses
Earth is cracking objectingly to disguise
Regrowth, renew, change course, adjust, to be wise
The winds of change, naturally progressive and true to form
Transitioning movements, it's tired
Of mindless destruction, experimentation,
It cries back for the norm.
Beverley Gill
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