peaks of the lofty Brecon Beacons
drifting slowly past snow-capped mountains
weathered smooth and round over time.
But the early spring sun breaks through
so that the reservoir sparkles and shade
spreads across a scene looking Heaven made.
Sheep freckle the verdant slopes
as a steep stream hisses angrily,
Wordsworth would have been inspired by the view.
You are free to contemplate up here
far from the bustling greed of city streets,
Pen-y-Fan is hidden by clouds today
as a mighty kestrel sweeps down for prey.