Sunset at St Beuno's
Not all the ore nor gems on earth
Could be a greater prize
Than sunset's copper, bronze and gold,
Pure treasure of the skies.
Great Orme reclines in silver sea,
The mountains veil their green;
Above, ablaze’ the clouds reflect
A shimmering coral sheen.
St Beuno's slate is honey-hued
The garden drinks the fire
Sunflowers nod their gratitude
And trees don red attire
Spontaneous gasps, then holy hush.
Venerate the heavenly gift
A glorious “Good night” from God.