From the land of trees
my eye roves north
to the flat lands
encased in ice today
From the land of trees
my eye roves east
where winter growls
but will beat a retreat
From the land of trees
my eye glances south
across many rivers
searching the summer sun
From the land of trees
my eye looks west
seeking the sea
now far and distant
From the land of trees
my eye beholds the Hebrides
whose abiding allure
will pull me there again
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