A Mallard cuts through the glassy waters,
Golden Eagles soar across the azure expanse of the sky,
The mighty wind blows the birch trees in veneration toward the heavens,
Pine trees rise from the crashing waves of the mighty sea,
They stand roots locked, bracing against time and tide.
There is still a place like this,
North of chaos and despair,
Far from the cities,
A place where Nature reigns supreme,
And the gentle roar of the wilderness captures the hearts of all who see it.
This land challenges you,
Brains and brawn,
But it rewards those who persevere,
With beauty that only some have the mettle to behold.
