When I want to be happy all I think about
Is the fresh smell of summer ocean breeze
Or the overwhelming odor of pine trees
I lay on my back in the grass
Though the ground is hard and the grass is dead
The sky above is so alive
I watch clouds the size of mountains move without any problems
I smell the scent of flowers blooming with all their might
The water sparkles more than anything I can describe
This land is powerful
This land is cold
It is harsh
But buried beneath that winter snow
Is a warm heart only those who know
The wisdom and fierceness the land gives off
Who will live and die in the cold?
Every world presents challenges
How is mine so different?
Do you fear the winter flurries that much?
The sunrise is so rich.
The colors are finer than a kings robes
And when the sun finally goes to rest
The stars begin to shimmer all the brighter
On a sky so vast and deep that I can't see anything beyond it
Those who do not live here will never understand
All they see is a cold wasteland
Full of rigid mountains and countless swamps
Look beyond!
For this is my home
Just like me, it can be cold
Unforgiving to those who mistreat her
She holds secrets and mysteries that no one shall ever know
She does not welcome those who are not willing to stay
For only those who are worthy will see her true beauty
I think I will add a few pictures of Alaska's beauty.