Beaver wood and the sweet smell of Cedar, wild rivers rushing through my veins. I run through the woods, knowing where I belong.
There is nothing like your home Country, the land that speaks your language. The trees, the birds and animals that are entwined with your own.
My song his heard here, touching every breath of Nature, thunder and storms, rain drops and fawn.
A great movie from where I come from…Canada! A sweet reminder of what Mirawara’s role is and the vision that it carries. Let the river carry us through…..