Ar fore ddisglair o Fawrth 1af, dydd Gŵyl Dewi, Eira a Geraint ymunodd â swyn natur ar eu taith gerdded trwy lwybr Pontcysyllte.

On the bright morning of March 1st, dydd Gŵyl Dewi, Eira and Geraint joined the charm of nature on their walk through the Pontcysyllte trail.

Mae'r awyrgylch yn Llanidloes yn llawn prydferthwch prysgwydd cyn coed pinwydd sy'n pelydru gobaith y gwanwyn newydd.

The atmosphere in Llanidloes is filled with the beauty of thickets before pine trees that radiate the hope of the new spring.

Yr oedd y rhaeadr yn seren tin gwluniad, tra’r afon Ddyfrdwy’n ffrwythloni’r unigedd â’i sŵn lleddfu.

The waterfall is a star in the brilliant scenery, while the River Dee fertilizes the solitude with its soothing sound.

Mae Eira, er ei naws anturus, yn ddryslyd gan dymer ei theimladau.

Eira, despite her adventurous nature, is confused by the temper of her emotions.

Mae ei bywyd yn ddodrefn â threcessiynau anodd, ond yma, mae hi'n chwilio am heddwch.

Her life is furnished with difficult recessions, but here, she seeks peace.

"Mae byd natur fel em o wellhad," meddai Geraint, ei gyfaill a'i gyd-deithiwr.

"Nature is like a gem of healing," said Geraint, her friend and fellow traveler.

Ei amynedd yn harbwr o tawelwch.

His patience is a harbor of tranquility.

Y lleuad yn goleudio yntau dros dirlun Eira sy'n bell ond cyfeillion.

The moon lights over the landscape of Eira, distant but friendly.

"Yn wir," gytunodd Eira yn gynnil, gan edrych i ffwrdd tua'r gorwel glas, ei henaid yn canfod cân o dawelwch.

"Indeed," agreed Eira quietly, looking away towards the blue horizon, her soul finding a song of peace.

Ond, o ddim lle, dechreuodd y storm.

But, out of nowhere, the storm began.

Ôl tragwyddoldeb y dihangfeydd duon.

The aftermath of eternal black escapes.

Mae awyr pur yn troi'n gylch o gymylau du, mae gwynt yn codi.

The pure sky turns into a circle of dark clouds, the wind rises.

Mae Eira'n brathu ei gwefus, ei chalon yn chwysu â phryderon newydd.

Eira bites her lip, her heart sweating with new anxieties.

"Gadwn i ddod o hyd i le cysgodi," dywed Geraint, yn dyner ond yn benderfynol, wrth Eira sy'n ddall i unrhyw bendithion o arfogaeth natur.

"Let's find a place to shelter," says Geraint, gently but firmly, to Eira, who is blind to any blessings from nature's armor.

Ond, dymuniad Eira yw parhau, i wrthsefyll fel dewrder y gwanwyn yn wyneb y storm a achub ei chalon.

However, Eira's desire is to continue, to resist like the bravery of spring in the face of the storm and save her heart.

"Gallwn ni wneud hyn," mae hi'n mynnu.

"We can do this," she insists.

"Mae'n rhaid i mi ddangos i'm hun fy nerth."

"I have to show myself my strength."

Felly, gydag angau o boen, maent yn chwilio am loches, gobaith celydd amgylchedd.

So, with the agony of pain, they search for shelter, hoping for a sanctuary from the environment.

O'r diwedd, maent yn ffeindio lloches dan orynfa gaboledig.

At last, they find refuge under a revered archway.

Mae Eira'n fregus, ond dewrder wedi’i plethu â bryder.

Eira is fragile, but courage intertwined with anxiety.

Rhywbeth tyner am y gwrthgynghrair hwn sy’n cyffwrdd â Geraint.

There's something tender about this juxtaposition that touches Geraint.

Tra bod glaw yn tyruar y calchfaen uwch eu pennau, mae Geraint yn canfod ei galon ar bwynt o ddatgeliad.

While rain drips on the limestone above their heads, Geraint finds his heart on the verge of revelation.

"Eira," meddai, eich llais yn ysgafnhau drwy byddin glaw.

"Eira," he says, his voice lightening through the rain's army.

"Mae rhywbeth... dwi am ddweud."

"There's something... I want to say."

Mae'r sŵn yn pylu o’r wal, ac mae Geraint yn dechrau.

The sound fades against the wall, and Geraint begins.

Dirywiad trydanol rhwng gormes a gofod agored.

An electric descent between oppression and open space.

Mae Eira'n hoffi'r ffordd mae'r gwres cymedrol rhwng y ddau yn eu cysylltu â'i gilydd.

Eira likes the way the moderate warmth between them connects them.

"Mae gen i deimladau," mae'n cyfaddef.

"I have feelings," he admits.

"Yr ydych chi... yn golygu llawer i mi."

"You... mean a lot to me."

Mae Eira yn ymateb, mae ddawnffiti o drin gyda’r storm yn gadael marciau bywiog ar ei hwyneb, yn gwenu yn annisgwyl.

Eira responds, artistry of dealing with the storm leaving lively marks on her face, smiling unexpectedly.

"Geraint, dwi’n teimlo'r un peth."

"Geraint, I feel the same way."

Y storm a ddaw o’r diwedd yn llonydd.

The storm eventually calms.

Distaw rhwng cryfder a chyfri.

Silence between strength and reckoning.

Pan diflanodd y gwynt, edrych Geraint a Eira dros y llwybr bronig.

When the wind disappeared, Geraint and Eira look over the nearly renewed trail.

Mae'r byd wedi trawsnewid, gwyrddni'n cael ei adnewyddu, luvatos deilen ar fannau o lwydni.

The world has transformed, greenery rejuvenated, vibrant leaves replacing spots of gray.

Yn y tawelwch sy'n llifo dros y dyffryn, mae Eira yn deall.

In the quiet that flows over the valley, Eira understands.

Tawelu yn nhedu llais olaf ei dicter a phryder, mae hi'n ffarwelio â'u cysgodion.

Quieting the last voice of her anger and worry, she bids farewell to their shadows.

Yn ei chalon, mae'n byw profiad bywiog newydd o agosatrwydd.

In her heart, she lives a new vibrant experience of closeness.

Y gwanwyn y dibynoliaeth o dyfiant.

Spring, the reliance on growth.

Mae Geraint yn edrych arni gyda chariad.

Geraint looks at her with love.

Heb ddod i ben ond wedi ailddechrau.

Never ending but restarted.

Mae'r llwybr nhw'n symud ymlaen, y dirwedd newydd a'i fyd am byth.

Their path moves forward, the new landscape and its world forever.