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across the wide dominion where the long winds braid the land...budgets shift like river ice...and futures change their stand...from coast to coast the headlines rise like geese against the dawn...a stone rolls through the nation asking...what keeps this country strong...the forests breathe in embers as the early heat arrives...storms unroll their silver fists above the city hives...hailstones drum on rooftops where the summer should be mild...a stone feels the weather mutter...the world has grown wild...a klondike inn in dawson falls to flame and drifting ash...while prairie screens go dark unless new dreams rise from the crash...yet some small halls keep glowing where the reels still hum at night...a stone hears the past reshaping...hold memory to the light...a rooftop goose is guided down by strangers’ quiet grace...sikh banners bloom in cities...filling streets with colour’s pace...a village kitchen’s brilliance lifts a town of fifteen hundred...a stone warms at the table...we rise when we are wondered...fire crews in saskatoon face calls that stretch the seams...while cross border tensions echo through the nation’s guarded dreams...policing shadows lengthen where the headlines twist and turn...a stone hears the country whisper...still we bend...but never burn...new housing plans take root where long neglect once stood...blueprints drawn for northern nights and neighbourhoods of wood...equity grows slowly...like a cedar finding sun...a stone feels the future forming...the work has just begun...sirens cross vancouver where the dusk leans into rain...montreal sings hockey hymns that soften civic strain...toronto’s towers murmur with the stories of the day...a stone hears the city breathing...we change...but still we stay...a newcomer meets snowfall like a lantern in the air...an artist’s final journey leaves a silence everywhere...yet kindness keeps returning in the smallest...softest ways...a stone gathers every heartbeat...these are our living days…