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Above the Earth, beneath the sky The barren tundra plain
Bitten by frost, beaten by wind Driven by howling gales
What could grow its roots on it, What could embellish the cold rock?
A shivering shrub, gritty moss Some stubborn lichen
Not grieving for its solitude, never shedding tears Not keening over the emptiness Sleeping through the winter, awakened by the spring Drinking sunlight in the summer
Above the Earth, high in tundra Sheltered by the northern sky