high up in the Wenallt woods,
a slightly different hue from the May sky
with the sun caressing my soul.
It flickers through tall trees
as I peer down from the picturesque path
at Whitchurch tower, the city, Penarth.
An ocean of bluebells catches my view
as birds sing a homage to spring
and the verdant grass appears to shine
with a myriad of diamonds from morning dew.
An army of dogs and owners will soon appear
but now I'm alone admiring the scene
and just for a while...my thoughts are serene.