Highland Sun Poem

Hail to thee, thou sun of the seasons,

As you make your way across the shining sky.

Your steps are strong on the wings of the heavens.

You are the grandmother of the stars.

You lie down at twilight in the deep green ocean,

without fear, without loss.

You rise up, brilliant, on the peaceful wave

like a regal woman blooming with life.

– adapted from a Scottish Highland sun prayer