Morning Sun Over the Ben

A new day awakens in a bonnie Scottish Glen As I await the morning sunshine peeking over the Ben Standing at the door of my centuries old croft The wild fern's arise as the rays makes them loft A calming soothing trickle delights my morning ears Meandering through purple heathers as it's done for many years Hooded crows show their presence, then silence in quietness fall In timid look they perch, as they hear a Golden Eagles call The baaing of the sheep resonate from down the Glen Freedom to roam they are in the land of crofting men Above the sun now shines amidst a sky of Saltire blue This land of clans and tartans, through my eyes you'll see my view Upon the grass I sit, as I marvel at my surrounds And my desire for a maiden, to share my Highland grounds A mid morning stroll I take to absorb just where I am I start thinking to myself, "aye I'm one of Alba's sons"