BEAR  CANYON

 Come with me on a great adventure,

 We'll travel North, to a place full of bears of white.

 Far away, where peace like nothing you've felt awaits 

 Bear canyon, where mountains of white stand high in the 

 Frozen lakes and rivers of water so cold,

 One of the only sounds will be the rushing water.

 Tree branches covered in white layers,

 What lives here in the cold will soon be known.

 Down below, we look upon that which gives it a name,

 Bear canyon, where roaming everywhere are beautiful,

 White furred, magical bears.

 Get yourself lost in a dream like bear canyon.

                  Keith Garrett

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