North

I sing of you, O North, my ancient ground—

A land where golden dunes and fertile plains abound.

Beneath an endless vault of ever-changing sky,

Your mountains and rivers hum a legacy that will never die.

In your expansive arms, secrets of ages reside,

Every whisper of the wind tells stories far and wide.

Your soil, a treasure chest of bounty untold,

Offers gifts of life—rich, enduring, and bold.