The Red Dragon Rises Poem by Micron Jan

Beneath the misty hills it sleeps,
Where ancient rivers twist and sweep.
A heart of fire, scales of flame,
The dragon wakes to speak its name.

Through valleys green and mountains high,
It spreads its wings against the sky.
A roar that shakes the cobbled streets,
A pulse in every heart it meets.

Guardian of legend, land, and lore,
Its shadow dances on every moor.
Red as courage, fierce and true,
It carries the spirit of Cymru through.

From stone to stream, from earth to sky,
The dragon flies where eagles cry.
A symbol born of myth and might,
The soul of Wales, in red and light.