It was fine on Gower when I set out

It was fine on Gower when I set out,
And gorse had burst into sun-coloured song
The heath was heaving with tumultuous life,
And I breathed deep and I breathed long.

With wind-pink cheeks and wind-whipped tears,
I looked on at all that Man has been given,
On Nature's inheritance and God's gift of love,
And the cloud-filtered sun blessed my joy.

For this is the wealth that supports our souls
When we scurry back to our stone-clad shells
To prepare ourselves to carry on man's life
And toil in onward march that growth requires.

And how long will Nature's wealth continue to be,
Before the asphalt comes and Man's progress is complete?
And will what I sire be able to come and see
And smell and touch and behold Nature so?

Then across the heath in rain-shroud distance
The multi-coloured covenant to Man arose,
And arched towards me in rain-washed glory.
And, drenched in primary colours, the answer I now know.