On a Scots highland holiday
Under a clear and blue sky
Looking out to a majestic vista
Beside the shimmering loch
We all painted pictures
Of tall green mountains
With veins of silver water
In jest we painted together
To make small treasures to keep
But now when I look upon it
I see the colours of our souls
Perhaps we painted heaven
In small strokes of innocence
I hope it resembles your drawing
Now that you are first to travel there
First, to become emotion unbound
Among the horses and meadows
