Colin F. Jones

THE TEACHER’S TEACHER

Life’s tutor, nature, is our mother,
The book men wrote were subject to her rhyme,
United sister and divided brother,
Guided by her teacher; passing time.
All things are by her powerful hand persuaded,
Season after season she decides,
Dictatorial in her manner thus paraded,
She ebbs and flows with relentless pride;
And we her foe fight a losing war,
Though we destroy the garments that she wears,
She warns us with the thunder in her core,
Destroying who defy her with repair,
And her great heart the sun burns there above,
As wanton as a wicked one in love.