Wesley Mincin - Across

Across

Across the skies a meteor flies,
it flashes, sails, falls, then dies.
Across the ocean do sea lions swim,
they surf, they jump against the wind.
Across the skies of Antarctica,
shine various colors of Aurora.
Across the fields of snow that's white,
the wolf packs and hares blend out of sight.
Across this bridge is a paradise,
No compromises or sacrifice.

Wesley Mincin

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