Aurora Borealis
By Martin S
The aurora borealis shines brighter than light itself, greens, purples, yellows, reds, all reflecting off the brilliant night sky. Shining upon the mountains and snow, glistening in the moonlight.
Trees from down below listen, listening to the great light. The light tells tales of the great abyss, the billions of stars whispering to it, whispering tales of war and peace. It all comes to the great light.
The wind passes by, washing the white blanket off the ground, the snow rises in the air trying to catch a hold of the great light. But few flakes fly that far, many others rest until their time comes again.
The great light of the north, once so beautiful and grand is shunned away from its great place. Moved away from its land, shrinking away into the heart of itself, now away from its friends, lost, forever.