The heat that's longed for in the summer months, Is now a slow assasin. Carefully growing hotter, Cautiously building power.
The bitter cold that's near unbearable, Is now in need of saving. Slowly receding, Quietly waving goodbye.
For many summers we Have experienced the change. Tales of brave, strong bears Swimming endlessly in search of ice. Drowning.
Our Ice is disappearing And with it, our secret. There is spirit in the North Unlike any other.
Together we must make a change. Appeal to the better nature of man, If ever there was one. We need to fight, Defend, Protect, And love, Or we will be no more.