12/07/2024
In Wales' green heart, where ancient valleys lie,
The rolling hills and rivers carve the land,
Beneath the brooding, ever-changing sky,
Nature's majestic beauty stands so grand.
The whispers of the wind through verdant trees,
Sing tales of times long past, of ancient lore,
Of druids' chants and songs upon the breeze,
In harmony with waves upon the shore.
The fields, where sheep in bleating vigil graze,
Stretch wide and far, a patchwork quilt of green,
While twilight casts its soft, enchanting haze,
Transforming every hill to mystic scene.
In rural Wales, a peaceful life we find,
Where nature's touch brings solace to the mind.
