After the Rain

Swampy plains, rocky hills, dense forests, misty peaks, slippery moss, snowy mountains, I stride along, crawl, climb, wander, stagger, freeze,

From up the Clamaig the sea is the ring of the Cuillin the lakes their mirrors Up, down, through the landscapes my mood is like the weather four-seasons-in-a-day. After the rain comes sun again.