In a Scottish breeze where the highlands sing, Gilly's birthday joy takes wing. Next week we'll gather, friends anew, In the land where thistles and heather grew. Electrician dad, hands deft and bright, Harnesses lightning, turning dark to light. By his side, Sarah, with steadfast grace, Hard work her art, etched on her face. Together we'll laugh, and stories unfold, In Scotland's embrace, as memories are told. Happy birthday, Gilly, may the coming days, Be filled with love in endless ways.