Missing the Highlands

A lush green blanket of noble trees
Stand tall in valleys as they weave
Through contours of an unspoilt scene
 
The Highlands
My home
I miss you
 
Magnificent mountains shape the land
Where man has not yet laid his heavy hand
To judge Nature with his violent demands
 
The Highlands
My home
I miss you
 
Through hills gently rolls a glistening stream
To meet others of its humble kind is its only dream
To form a mighty river before running out of steam
 
 
The Highlands
My home
I miss you
 
Spreading her wings bravely to the sky
The Golden eagle sets across the loch to fly
To match its glory no winged being could even try.
 
The Highlands
My home
I miss you