Shimmering, glimmering in the darkening sky,
rippling like stained waves up on high.
Floating softly and rising and falling to the tune,
beams of colour herald the pale moon.
Sapphire, rose and emerald beam as they dance,
like ribbons they whirl in a hazy trance.
Hues of lilac shimmer amidst the crystal rivers,
fading as mist that sends the sky to quiver.
Oh! Entrancing sight of colour and ancient mystery!
The gift of winter that treats all miserly.
Down in the harsh snow there exists no vibrant flora.
But above dances the aura of the aurora.