A sea of green
Mountains of blue and white
Northern lights shimmering
When the stars come out at night

The wind howling through the woods
Old paths overgrown, forgotten by time
Trees tall as buildings
But sturdy enough to climb

Berries and mushrooms
An abundance of all that is good
But the silence is what I adore the most
And the crackling of the firewood

Some have never been up north
And they say that magic isn’t real
But magic is not a rabbit in a hat
But how a place can make you feel

Magic lingers in the north
But not everyone can see
The beauty of the wilderness
And how alluring it can be