Your land of fire and ice

Still flows through my senses

Raw brisk air hits my lungs

My body begs for warmer defenses

But my eyes did not want to miss your fiery sun

Slowly but vibrantly it raises its beams upon your land

I am watching intently by your Viking ship I stand

I feel like a brave foreigner on foreign fields

Enraptured by your glorious golden terrain and curious steers

Witnessing ancestral spirits reaching across the dark skies

Whistling at the glowing green rays of the Northern lights

Just to see how close they would come to me

I am still in awe for seeing Iceland in all of her glory