Like a loon on the lake
Gliding onto glassy sheen
To dive beneath the waves
Its cleverness can be seen
Like the Borealis in the north
A light made as giant
Captured once in earnest
In the moment of it’s silence
Like a pine that scrapes the moon
An outlander of the sky
It offers those alike
A chance to make the climb
Like a pen put to paper
Recording all to see
For nature only knows
The machinations of it’s glee
Like a loon on the lake
From flight it finds its peace
As all things come to end
All waves come to ease
