In the lochs reflection
Could be glimpsed
The gentle caress of
clouds
Atop the granite peaks
Before they thickened
To hide the Ben
Then separated like
parting friends
To reveal the stark
silhouette
Against the blue
And through these
inconsistent clouds
The sun would burst
Illuminating the glen
And its heathered
hills
As the clouds moved
west
The sunbeam moved
Like a torches light
And in the distance
The hills appeared to
move
As if in a lantern
show
Then on the freshening
wind
From the west
Squally showers blew
in
And the sun painted
A rainbow across the
sky
And as quickly as it
had arrived
The showers blew away
And the rainbow faded
Evaporating to nothing
Then the sun began to
set
Beyond the western
isles
And turned the sky red
With streaks of pink
and gold
Decorating the whole
sky
And when the sun sank
Beyond those misty
isles
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