THE COMPETITION : 3 Prophecy of Glory
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Sunlight shines on the hills over there,
Above Beulah, between heaven and earth.
Watch it alight upon Allt-y-gest, upon Garn Wen.
It strokes the steep valley sides with glory.
We wear the crowns that others have made.
A moment in the sun, a hope it might remain.
The rivers are nearly dry here now,
Their voices silenced, their motion stayed.
If it rains in the mountains
The rivers shall rejoice here.
Thunder in the hills,
And then floods will be upon us
In the parched plains.
This glory steps up to us
Like a gift from the Tylwyth Teg,
A moment of gold in the late afternoon,
Before groping twilight shrouds in stillness
All but the endless dancing midges.
Sunlight now is on the bright brow of the hill.
Sing your song, then return to silence.
All the waters of the world are one river.
A moment of sparkling beauty is shared by all,
The passing sunlight, the rising moon,
The susurration of a million stars.
We rise and fall in a perpetual choir.
Sing to your soul, and be still.
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simonhlilly 