Atlas: Land

East I set out to rule the world With only a paper shield and a wooden sword. No mountain dare stand in my way, Even the oceans tremble in my wake. The tide is brave, but always retreats. Even the sand, it cowers under my feet. My kingdom towers abov

North We will call this place our home, The dirt in which our roots may grow. Though the storms will push and pull, We will call this place our home. We'll tell our stories on these walls. Every year, measure how tall. And just like a work of art, We

West Maps stretched out- Too many miles to count. Let's just say we're inches apart, Even closer at heart, And we'll be just fine. Another pin pushed in To remind us where we've been. And every mile adds up And leaves a mark on us. And sometimes our