When you visit the Highlands: go to the place with enough mountains to widen the eyes.

Scotland’s precious: Cairngorms.
Many a traveller comes along for these sights.                                                          ­                                      

Rolling grass fields are its skin, the trees its hair and bristles.      
Look with your eyes, and feast on the banquet of wild all around; all you can gaze.                                                            ­                        

On the top of everything are white tops that hardly melt.  A touch of winter left behind.

If one has enough patience, you may see a beast, big or small.                                                           ­                                                 
Squirrels in the trees; nuts. A herd of deer: does, fragile and docile.                            
Or perhaps a buck, strong for his herd.              
Ruler of the sky: the mighty eagle,                                                   
who catches his supper from the water.                                        
Lucky enough and you may find a wildcat; a rare find.

Bogs are what soak the land,                                                            ­      
as are the bonnie lochs, ice cold water from which mysteries emerge.