What does the future hold? No one really knows.
The effects of dominoes one by one falling.
Trees are planted. Across Wales they blossom.
The future generations are calling.
What will tomorrow bring? We can’t always know.
Peace is what we’re seeking.
Nature calls on us to explore her hidden beauties.
We’re not voiceless. Listen when we’re speaking.
What can today mould? The possibilities are endless.
The pressure is heavy but I know we can cope.
Grow tall, you trees. Grow tall to the sky.
All across Wales there are echoes of hope.