Reflections on the Nordic Spirit
In the quiet hush of a Nordic winter's day
Beneath the blanket of purest white
Tombstones stand in silent light
Guardians of stories etched in stone
Echoes of lives once fully known.
As I walk upon the snowy ground
Footprints marking the path I've found
I feel a presence, ancient and wise
Whispers of souls who really never die.
I "feel" stories of resilience
When the cold gripped with its iron hand
Endless nights in vast isolated lands
This Nordic spirit
Through ice and snow, they journeyed on
Their story not only etched in stone but also in songs of rising
A courage to meet each numbered dawn.
May we honor their timeless strength and grace
Their Nordic spirit, their enduring embrace.
