I am a tall sunflower on a summer’s day,
a flaming red sunset,
or a poppy’s red crown.
Sometimes I am Wales;
ancient and majestic.
mysterious with a rugged beauty.
I am the fizz in long cold glass of cider,
golden like sun,
golden like the light which shines through me.
I am my history,
the past which has shaped me,
the future which has yet to be.
I am transient yet; in my children…
I am forever