Aurora Borealis

Folded orbs of opulence standing on end, at the end of the world. Your colors come and go...dancing... Weaving...Gliding. Silently hanging, gathering all of the spectrum. Mysterious in your presentation, yet beautiful beyond imagination. One has to see to comprehend. One must feel the smallness of the self compared to the vast enormity of this greatness. From whence do you come? Are you a sign of greater things? Are you a singular gift from ages past? Surely there are none like you in all the universe. I bow low in your awesome presence, resplendently adorned in uniqueness, unequaled even in the smallest degree. © Charles Henderson Dec 4, 2016