colors dance along the sky,
weaving and jumping as if alive.
but what if they spoke?
what would they say?
if their silence they broke,
and laughed till the day?
so carefree they seem,
as they sparkle and gleam.
they play up above
where no hand can reach
and maybe speak of love,
in some lost foreign speech
look up now and then if you happen to be
in the cold, darkened north, and maybe you'll see
Aurora Borealis
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