Quarry at Machynlleth

Deep in the quarry's bottom,
In a hole rent by mans' desire to build,
Mother Earth has reclaimed her space.
Green, lush and luxurious,
In the damp mid March.
Rising high; sheets of sheer slate.
The ground; verdant and moss strewn,
Where once a stream flowed.
A life giving space,
Where once there was none.
With trees, mosses and ferns.
Moss covering slate and trees,
Life on Life
Trees of green,
With moss dangling from branches like catkins.
Decaying braches supporting life; giving life,
In nature's never ending cycle.
Life giving water sheeting down the rock,
The dripping of water,
The roaring of the wind in the trees,
Creating a meditative sound.
In this peaceful, perfect place.