Snowdonia

Behold the sweeping valleys Where the heathered slopes do lie, With rugged peaks that reach Unto the ever-changing sky, Where Snowdon stands before me now As clouds begin to break, Llanberis still the morning light Now rests upon the lake. I climb the path before me That is strewn by rock and stone, As the summit shrouded by the mist Does proudly stand alone, I pause for just a moment there To look across the way, As colours of September rise To bless this holy day. The shadows lift through darkness As the sun begins to shine, And valleys dressed in violet veils Then meet the emerald pine, Its peacefulness befalls me As I breathe the mountain air, And gaze with deepest awe upon This land beyond compare.