In the stillness of Welsh nights,
Seryddwr stands, silent, thoughtful,
Eyes lifted to the vast tapestry above.
Stars, like ancient runes, tell stories
Of time and space, of birth and death,
Unfolding mysteries
only the patient can unravel.
Their hearts beat
to the rhythm of the cosmos,
Each star a note in the infinite symphony,
Guiding their hands, their thoughts,
their dreams.
In the quiet, under Cymru’s starlit sky,
They find their place in the universe.