Bagpipes

In misty glens where echoes roam,
The bagpipes call their ancient tone.
With breath of earth and heart of stone,
They weave a tale of lands unknown.

Each note a whisper, bright and bold,
Of stories shared and legends told.
Through heather fields where shadows play,
The haunting sound will guide the way.

In every rise and mournful sigh,
A piece of soul takes to the sky.
So let them play, let spirits dance,
For in their song, we find our chance.