Seeping, oozing, dripping, flowing
Eternally from primeval springs
Deep within the belly of the earth,
The unchecked, maddened flood
Carries death, destruction, chaos
On its heaving bosom.

What is man?
His efforts to contain
the elements of nature
Come to naught.

The lapping, plopping wavelets
Of peaceful ponds nestled comfortably
In the ample lap of mother mountain
Bring peace, the womblike silence,
always still, quiet, very near
To pure Creation.

April 16, 1969
Margie Greenwood