glorious rebirth

the sky is singing in all it's glory
the echoing chorus of it's youth
the fluttering, fading bass notes
and soprano, soaring on in truth

all of nature is silent and still
bowing out for the final number
creatures peer with bated breath
and the clouds hold back their thunder

the aurora borealis dances on
the princess of color and light
sleeping late in the mist by day
and coming out to dance at midnight

so come out, all ye nature and witness
a secret best-kept by the earth
see the waltz of the stars past their prime
as they pulse in a glorious rebirth

Dedicated to all you poor souls who have never seen the Aurora Borealis, otherwise known as the Northern Lights. Words are inadequate in describing this spectacular, natural light show, but maybe my simple efforts can paint a dim picture in each of your minds.