Drifts -

Oh, so fucking cold

The winds, the drifts of winter

Bonechilling nightfall

Early evening sundowns

Make nights seem more like borealis dreams

My roots run deep, through veins, my ancestry

Everything I know, in body and soul

Lakeland

Look to the river rushing

Unparalleled its power

It carves away at the land

Eroding the banks, consuming the sands

And washes away to her majesty

They say, there’s no other place like home, and they said it best

I’ve realized what this place means to me, Lakeland

I can see my reflection in the land, I see my form

And I know the land reflects in my self

It reflects in my self