The Scottish Highlands

Boundless the Highlands, a kingdom of sky, Granite and heather where eagles fly; Drink of their silence, your soul will know The ancient pulse in the rivers’ flow. Storm-tempered ridges in silvered rain, Washed by the ages of sorrow and gain; Salt of the oceans in every breeze, Wind-carved anthems through standing trees. Once you have wandered their amber light, Night cannot teach you to forget their height; Eyes that have tasted those distant blues Bear their enchantment in every hue. Highlands vast, unbroken, free, Crown of the land and crown of the sea; Who knows your paths is forever won, A heart made captive, a pilgrim undone. Banners of history thread every glen, Valor remembered in stones and in men; Ghosts of the ballads, soft on the air, Footsteps of legends are everywhere. Rain like a blessing, mist like a veil, Time writes in water its tireless tale; Salt on the lip and wind in the bone, Call you to mountains you’ve never known. Highlands vast, unbroken, high, Wider than thought and older than sky; Love of your peaks is never done— Best are the summits not yet won. Better than mountains are mountains untold, Calling the soul to the brave and the bold; Highlands eternal, remember me— I am your song on the wind and the sea. (© Андрій Самусєв / 2025 / Усі права захищені)