Northern Lights

where unfolding on the night's tapestry, no stars or golden moment appear, even the winds sat in silence, waiting, watching the night give birth to artistic movements, gather, poised and producing colorful streaming radiance, iridescent colors weaving, blazing into existence, each flowing freely and aggressively within each patient hour, no remorse given, none expected, all conveying such wonder to the delight of all surveying eyes.