In the land of ice and snow, Where the bitter winds do blow, Lies a world so pure and white, A place of endless frozen night.

The Arctic, a land of mystery, Where the polar bears roam free, And the aurora dances in the sky, A sight that will make you sigh.

The glaciers tower high and proud, Their icy peaks a sight to astound, And the frozen tundra stretches far, A barren landscape, yet so bizarre.

The Arctic is a place of extremes, Where the sun never sets, or so it seems, And the cold can freeze you to the bone, A place where survival is known.

But amidst the harshness of this land, There is a beauty that is grand, A world so untouched and pure, A place that will forever endure.

So let us cherish this Arctic land, And protect it with a steady hand, For it is a treasure to behold, A world of wonder, so pure and cold.