Morning Symphony by the Rumney River

By Rumney’s banks, where morning light breaks free,
I tread a path where nature’s whispers sing,
Through South Wales’ tranquil woods, my heart finds glee,
In each soft sound, a gentle beckoning.

The lark’s first trill, a herald of the dawn,
Melodious, it stirs the sleeping air,
While sparrows chirp and flit from lawn to lawn,
Their songs entwine in harmonies so rare.

The river’s murmur, soft against the shore,
A soothing rhythm, timeless in its grace,
Each ripple tells a story, lore by lore,
Its cadence weaves a spell across the place.

The sun ascends, its rays a golden hue,
Transforming dewdrops into gleaming pearls,
A symphony of light in morning’s blue,
Awakening the world with gentle swirls.

The leaves, they rustle with a secret sound,
A quiet dance performed by unseen hands,
As if the trees themselves, with joy unbound,
Do celebrate the life that love commands.

Through nature’s hall, with every step I take,
I breathe the essence of the dawning day,
In Rumney’s charm, my spirit does partake,
Of beauty pure, in this serene array.

Here, time stands still, and peace is all around,
In this enchanted realm, my heart feels light,
For in the Rumney’s song, my soul is found,
Embraced by morning’s tender, warm delight.