go and tell..
tell her that you love her.
that you love her as much as you love your country.
each ravine, every crevasse of her arctic ice sheets, to every crag in the volcanoes
you know her like the beaches you adore, knowing each time the tide does change
you know her like the deepest darkest forest which you have come to know and respect
that you love her like even the boring rolling hills on a cloudy day
because you just do
because the land is yours and you are the land’s
and you love her just as you know her
and you love her as you love this country.