Called to her now a time to spend,
From natures womb its love she sends.
Epic mountains, lands and skies,
Visual feast for all our eyes.
In her calm and gentle grace,
A reset in our inner space.
To stir our primal feelings deep,
Helps us shed what we need not keep
Volcanoes bubble, place of fire,
Shakes us up until we tire.
Release and takes it from us then,
Returning us to place of zen.
Beneath the earth she ebbs and flows,
Inside the crater embers glow.
The steam she rises fast and thick,
Don’t breath too deep she makes you sick.
In your veins you feel her beat,
Strong and firm like tapping feet.
The winds she carries in her name,
Swirls of round like air of flame.
On the frozen waters dance,
Elves and sprites as they do prance.
Sparks of magic, folk and lore,
Telling tales we adore.
The glaciers move with time, descend.
In her caves, real times suspend.
Air bubbles of the ancient layer,
Of rocks and soils and sagas fair.
Trolls they watch as winters creep,
Snows will fall while seasons leap.
Day to night and night to day,
Passing moments carve the way.
The moss her soft and green light glare,
Marks the spring with gentle air.
In the skies, those magic shows,
Brightest green and purple glows.
Majestic creatures big and small,
The horse she hears your gentle call.
Nibbles on what she can find.
Connecting thoughts from soul to mind.
Natures art so wild so free,
Even with her lack of tree.
In the seas, the queen she swims.
The mother whale shows off her fins.
But hunted by the man, she fears.
For she of many ancient years,
Respect demands and peace instills.
But still the man her family kills.
A land of vast creative heart,
Of music, culture, expressive art.
Art thats free and flowing fast
Straight from the heart and out from cast
The peoples hearts seem good, seem pure.
Not many like this left for sure,
A culture in its roots embalmed.
Tapped to the earth, its centre calmed.
But some their final journey make.
This lands she calls you too to take.
To end your life upon this earth.
Measured by your times and worth.
For she is not one to be played,
One false move and then your slayed.
The trick to stay in graceful awe,
She weaves the web, controls it all.
Along her shores the watchers wait,
Protect this land and seal her fate.
And in this universal shift,
This land she plays her part real swift.