As I make my way across the land,
I’m filled with joy in this place so grand.
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Rugged mountains spread before my eyes,
Inspiring in me many happy sighs.
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Across arctic meadows tiny flowers grow,
while nearby streams and rivers gently flow.
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Through the endless sky wispy clouds form,
A grey haze at the horizon signals a distant storm.
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While I stop admire the lichens n’ moss,
Herds of caribou graze on land they’ll soon cross.
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This magical land has captured my heart
From this wild place, I shall not part.
Poem Style: Couplet
