Under a full moon when the wind is still,
Voices of the past drift over the hill.
Through the Gorse and Grass; Willow and Yew,
You can hear the haunting voices calling you.

On the Rocks and Grass under Gorse and tree,
The ashes of lost loved ones lay eternally.
It was their choice of place to rest,
Safe in the arms of Mother Natures caress.

When my time is done; and called to rest,
Safe in the arms of Mother Natures caress,
On the Malvern Hills i will go to rest,
Happy in Mother Natures warm caress.

By Jim Noond.