These mountains and this river speak to the spirit of my blood.
It’s not my place of birth, but I feel the songs this place sings:
The songs that trill and echo on the tip of the ridge, then bellow—the drum beat of Maa—in swells of flowing water.
Eagle cries as she soars above, praying her song to the salmon and cedar.
(Maa = land, earth, dirt, country in Finnish)