The Highland Ride  

Noises fill the sea. 

If you pause and listen, 

You too can hear the running, rushing ripples 

Of the little waves dancing on the sea. 

Cheerful tunes play; 

And raindrops fall, 

Like bits of confetti 

Twirling like a ballerina 

Guiding the journey ahead. By the beach, 

The seals whale 

Like dying dogs 

While the lighthouse light shimmers like the sun. 

The tartan sails whither in the wind 

As if lightning struck. 

The sun sets like dying flames. 

The moon rises as afternoon falls. 

The anchor drops like people sinking. 

Captains stare at the glistening stars 

Where pilots fly across the sky. 

With wide eyes through binoculars 

They gaze at silver stars winking, 

Watch the birds glide across the sky, 

As the Highland Ride 

Glides like a bird across the 

Moonlit sky.