I

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.

Sometimes; Cornwall,

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