Storm Over Mawddach Estuary

	Darkness welled o'er sea and land While seabirds wailed prescient command, Beyond soft silence gathered pace As calm spread through this heav'nly place. With stoic strength, majestic domes Of agéd mountains, resting high, Gave up their grandeur to the storm As deeper sank the purpling sky. With lightning flash, with thunder roll, All quiet fled as Nature's soul With pent up passion held so long, Her power released, poured forth her song. In wave on wave, her thund'rous tears Washed down the land, helped quell her fears That able, blinkered, man should deign, To change her form and cause such pain. At length her hurt, assuaged away, With passions spent, the darkened day Did lose its hold and brightness crept Across where sea and river met. Warm sun rekindled life's rich vein, The mountains, cleansed, emerged again And all of Nature's forms 'cept one Affirmed her power, her dominion. That one, called man, raised darkened brow With challenge laid for when and how To harness power, to meet his goal - .....To break and conquer Nature's soul! IPCVision

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