Snowdon

Snow and sun carpet the mountain tops
A seasons relentless paradox
Bird and bee hover in natures circle
This humble giant yields another miracle
As this tranquil stream meanders like a snake
These meager boulders hasten to flake
I gather my thoughts in a bundle
My very own internal jungle
As I step on this mighty mountain
My dreams trickle like a fountain
Is it all one sweet illusion?
Or the Earth's love and strength fusing?
Casually I make my way
The clouds gathering without dismay
As I reach the immense peak
My thoughts fall in a heap
Oh mighty Snowdon
Close to a sun shining so golden
As I walk back down to your foundation
I realise you are the king of this nation