In cap and gown, beneath Cardiff's sky, Harry stands tall, as new dreams fly. The echoes of Geography, Planning's art, Shape journeys close to his heart. Eyes twinkle with Italian sun, Vespas hum, his holiday's begun. Pasta and piazzas fill him with delight, A Meditteranean tapestry, woven bright. In Congleton, a fresh chapter's written, Ambitions stir, new goals are smitten. With every step, his future's bold, In his new job, stories yet to be told. As he returns, our pride takes wing, For the man he's become, our hearts sing. Awaiting his smile, his stories to share, Welcome home, Harry—love is always there.