How vivid you are, no empty pavements, no lifeless houses

People flowing through your veins, moving across your body.

Your devastating winters heated by the beating of their hearts.

You who welcomes all and rejects none.

Here I stand, revolved by the smell of the lands that are far.

You have given them a home and new voice.

A pot to mix the spices of the east and the seasonings of the south.

How you keep us all I wonder, how you stand strong I admire.

The ice cream melts in your heat, the mother dances to your music, the children play with your leaves,

You land of the woods where nothing occurs, yet everyone knows,

You sweet that bears different tongues and brushes different hairs,

You that aids the needy without asking for a cost.

What is to ask from you, nothing but gratitude,

For you herd your sheep away from the mighty white fox,

You that shields us from the big wolves in the other forests,

You that walks forward holding our hand.

How extraordinary you are.