The North and South, two realms of earth, Bound by wind and soil since birth. The northern winds, so crisp and cold, Speak of tales both wild and bold.

The South basks in the sun's embrace, A land of warmth, a slower pace. Here, the days stretch long and bright, As shadows dance in golden light.

Though miles apart, their spirits blend, Two halves of a world, without an end. For North and South, though far they seem, Together weave a common dream.