To See Arora

The sea starts to freeze as I start to skate on it. Flakes of snow dropping lazily from the uncertain sky, I am freely skating by. Not a single frost bite on my feet, It is freezing-winter-cold with no heat. Cold breeze pinching my cheeks, Penguins,sliding on their happy bellies, My eyes like flowers bloom;with gazing ceremonies. Towards the north pole do I skate, To witness arora before it is too late. A tall oak tree behind the ice mountains, A night,as I skate;I see an owl gliding low To pick up a rabbit from its hole. Ceremonies of polar bears;dining on carcasses that they find. Four crows hopping and playing with twigs On the flat ice beds,this place one of a kind. An outburst of snow balls from the mountain tops, I am watching it come upon me from high above. It becimes smaller as it separates,before settling As sprinkles of snow on my thick black hair,I continue gearing Towards the now growing glowing magical green arora above. I reach the gigantic feet of an oak tree, I am a snow leopard climbing to be free, I engage my claws;digging into the barks Of the tree,running upwards until finally;I see, I see the beauty of arora and her sparkling sparks.