Emily Carr — The Boreal Rhythm

Before the roar of the crowds at BMO Field, there were the silent, towering cedars. I am the daughter of the West, painting the soul of this rugged land that now breathes through our athletes. Just as my brush strove to find the rhythm in the Boreal forest, Les Rouges find their cadence on the pitch. When Alphonso Davies sprints, he is the wind through the pines; when the net ripples, it is the heartbeat of a wilderness finally heard by the world.