Always been there

by David Oakley-Hill
(Luton. Beds, UK)

© David Oakley-Hill

The hurricane rips through everything you have known
your history's buried, you must start out alone
you're torn like a roadmap that blew off the hill
you think he might save you, but you don't know he will

Millions of years before you or me
an island called India was crossing the sea
when it crashed into Asia, formed the Everest Hills
and the plants that were growing there - you're eating them still

When the shock has receded, when your grieving is done
you've been chosen at random to stand in the sun
it's not just the fittest, but the lucky survive
there's love and compassion in just being alive

She's always been there for you, her wind your lullaby
our ancestors were animals with traits that did not die
Mother Nature is your lover, not some man's face in the sky