The Sun’s Morning Kiss on Welsh Valleys

In the still of dawn, a golden hush,
The Sun ascends in tender blush,
It graces peaks with warm caress,
On Welsh Valley Mountains, luminesce.

Mist retreats as day unfurls,
And dewdrops gleam like precious pearls,
Each summit crowned in light’s embrace,
A tranquil kiss, a soft efface.

Ridges glow in amber hue,
Where shadows bid the night adieu,
Heathers blush in morning’s beam,
Awakening from their starlit dream.

The valleys sing in soft refrain,
As sunlight weaves through verdant plain,
Hills awaken, hearts alight,
In the embrace of morning light.

With every ray, a promise sown,
The Sun’s kiss makes the mountains known,
A dance of warmth on rugged crest,
In Welsh lands, the Sun finds rest.

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