Beauty of Aurora Borealis
A one-dimensional photo cannot capture the beauty of Aurora Borealis
Mere ordinary everyday words could never explain these feelings.
I stare into God’s Iceland oasis sf blues, greens and purples
My heart and soul want to draw or write of it,
My muse knows better, she is too intimidated to get started
We both understand that there is only one entity who is
capable of drawing or painting it.
I put down my pen and lie back to enjoy
this ultimate gorgeous sky which can never be lived or felt
in the best of poetry, music, artwork or song.
Aurora Borealis, the work of the Master Artist.
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