The Brecon Beacons Poem by Chris RYS

As I step out of the car, the bitter coldness hits me like a wave,
A tranquil feeling rushes over me.

As we slide down the uneven path, grasping the green railings,
We know how unpredictable the next turning could be.

As we stare in to the cave filled with rugged rocks,
The rocks drip with water, like tears the rocks cry for us.

The sun mirrors our shadows on the nearby rocks, the sweat pouring off our foreheads but we still shiver from the cold.

The rivers rush by underneath the caves, creating a soothing sound, a sound that relaxes every muscle in your body.

The earthly Brecon Beacons, The one and only true historic landmark of mother nature.