Morning comes we open our eyes the Scottish air is sharp and clear the birds sing the sun comes over the mountains, we walk amongst the Heather and falling autumn leaves the loch is like glass still, an eagle soars down to the pine trees, we are one with nature and with the earth.
Michael Cochrane ©
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we are with the nature and with the earth