The Arctic Vagabond

Cycling from the North
All the way to the South
Here is the tale
Of the Arctic Vagabond

Beware weary traveller
Fool enough to venture
Over passes, plains and plateaus
Tundras, forests and meadows

The land of the North is hostile
It isn't for the fainthearted
Only few here can survive
The wildest of the wild

The roaming animals, the stark land
All Natural Forces
Here are unleashed
Embracing their supreme rage

Many try to scare me                                   
What about the wolf, the grizzly
The Northern weather, the elements
You'll have to fight for your life

I gaze out at the scenery                              
And can only see beauty                             
Where others see opponents                        
I find reinforcements                                   

The Wind?
A friend hugging me
The Rain?
Water to be drunk 
The Snow?
Sprinkling the horizon with fairy poetry
The Cold?
An invitation to dream by the fire
The Thunderstorm?
The most dramatic show             

Weather isn't enemy or nemesis
It's the director, the artist
Who sings and dances with the Earth
In an enchanted symbiosis

This is the land
Of the unleashed Forces of Nature
Embracing their supreme liberty

Why do we forget so quickly                  
That we are part of it?

Who's fool enough
To fight against his home?