Beneath my tendrils,
The sea has many secrets
And I am the last witness
.
To ships that sink
To gulls that die
To hear the whales that cry
To see the births,
Far away from man’s eye
.
Drifting under frozen seas
A last paradise where man has no welcome
Let nature be our shield
The Cold our government
.
This place where
The Northern lights dance
In honour to the ancestors
.
For we came before man
And will be here when
Man has gone
.
Life and death in harmony
With natures will.
Written in the snow everyday
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