Beneath the celestial painter’s brush,
Where night skies canvas in hush,
There danced a waltz of ethereal light,
The Aurora’s Borealis, a traveler’s delight.
In hues of green, with purple streak,
A symphony silent, yet it speaks,
Of cosmic tales and whispered lore,
A spectacle, heart’s core to explore.
Once in a lifetime, eyes behold,
Nature’s masterpiece, bold and cold,
A memory etched in time’s embrace,
The Northern Lights, in their grace.
With every shimmer, every hue,
A story unfolds, old yet new,
Of polar spirits in joyful chase,
Across the darkened sky’s vast space.
This was my first, perhaps my last,
A moment fleeting, now the past,
But in my heart, it shall forever gleam,
The Aurora’s dance, a waking dream.
So here I stand, under starlit skies,
Where silence speaks, and beauty lies,
A witness to the lights’ ballet,
A memory that will never fade away.
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