I see the sun shining on the tundra,
Snowbirds flying across the sky,
The snow melting on the ground,
The grass popping out of the snow,
Geese and ducks heading towards the sea,
Ice cracking on the pond,
And puddles on the tundra where I walk.

I hear the snowbirds chirping all around,
Geese and ducks quacking and heading towards the sea,
Icicles dropping off rooftops,
Ski doo's roaring to go to whale camps,
Children laughing and screaming on the warming streets,
And cars going by on the wet bumpy roads.

I touch the slushy snow on my porch,
Icicles dripping on my hand,
I feel the warm sun on my face,
The warm breezy air on my skin,
The mud on the ground,
The smooth rocks on a hill,
And the cold grass on the tundra.

I smell the fresh scent of the land,
The whale meat cooking from another house,
The wet skin boats outside my house,
The bad smelling dumpsters near by,
The sour smell of the caribou skin outside,
And the damp wood of my house.