Northern Light
She walks where maple shadows lie, Beneath a wide and wistful sky, A whisper caught in pine-tree hush— The north wind bends but does not rush.
By Mr AliPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Northern Light
Snowflakes write poems in her hair,
Each step a verse, each breath a prayer,
She is the fire in frozen air,
The quiet grace of those who dare.
Mountains watch her, lakes reflect
A soul both fierce and circumspect,
Canada’s daughter, wild and free,
Rooted deep as cedar tree.
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