The Sound Of The Welsh Valleys Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

In the heart of the Welsh valleys,
voices rise like the mist,
harmonies weaving through the air,
echoing off the hills.

Men and women gather,
their souls laid bare,
each note a thread of history,
each song a shared heartbeat.

The rich tones of longing,
the sweet strain of hope,
carried by the winds,
a tapestry of emotion.

In the quiet of the evening,
as stars begin to twinkle,
the sound of the choirs lingers,
a blessing upon the land.