How is this Ithilnar?

The morning dawned bright and clear

In the early morning of the year -

The spring sunrise set the dew on the moors ablaze with twinkling light

As the Sun's rays pierced through the clouds, chasing away the dark night.

The loveliness of the Highlands – the rolling hills, the glens – were now in their mystic beauty revealed.

The once-dark, lifeless waters of the brooks and rivers, now sprang, joyously, healed.

The verdant grass came alive and danced as the morning wind playfully tugged their slender forms,

While the sun rose high, peeking through the clouds, to dapple the hills and leas in a light that shone warm.

From the green, rugged mountains, I looked down from above

At this, my highland-home, Scotland – which I will forever love.