Aurora Borealis
The dying sun gives birth to the night,
the stars glittering with their eternal light.
In the north a glow, a living rainbow,
moving, shifting, an incredible show.
Leaping and dancing in the ebony sky
with a life all its own, beauty alive.
Like flames of a fire, a celestial pyre,
flickering, shifting, and reaching ever higher.
The Master’s artistry in the heavens, painted with light,
a masterpiece writhing through the passage of night.
Such infinite splendor conceived, only God could achieve,
such incredible majesty, the Northern Lights.
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