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The highlands & the Lowlands

Passing through the fields,

we see the highlands –

She beckons us with all her might

spreading till she touches the light.

The clouds rumble through the sky

Rippling the grass as they pass by.

Passing through the highlands,

we’ve left the fields behind.

Cutting through the thick green

Specs of lavender puncturing the screen.

The enclosures open to reveal lakes

Oh, what lovely surprises they make !

Passing through the fields,

We turn back to see the Highlands,

The clouds gather as if to bid goodbye,

for this is the end of our journey to the high.


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