Celtic Melody

Step into the vibrant tapestry of old, With strains of Celtic Melody, a tale to be told. Born on December's fifth, twenty-twenty-two, A tribute to heritage, ancient and true. From Scotland's highlands to Wales' green hills, Ireland's shores and ancient skills, Isle of Mann's whispers, Brittany's lore, Continental Europe's cultures, all in store. A composition that weaves a magic spell, A journey to the past where legends dwell. Voices of reverence, echoing through time, Connecting us all, a rhythm so sublime. Fiddles and violins, they take the stage, With haunting melodies, they set the page. Mist-shrouded landscapes come alive, As notes in harmony, together strive. Imagine the dances, spirited and free, Celtic celebrations, under the mystic tree. Resilience and pride, flowing in every chord, In every lyric sung, a heritage restored. Flowing through veins, this ancient stream, A timeless journey, a waking dream. Celtic Melody, a bridge to the past, An ode to the peoples whose stories will last. So let us all gather, hearts intertwined, In the power and beauty, we shall find. A tribute to spirits who never fade, Celtic Melody, a serenade.