Mestässä - In the Forest

a poem about someone seeing the Northern Lights

Man walks through the outdoors,
Treading with those on all fours.
Slipping by stoic trees,
innate desires to appease.
Look to the night sky,
magic to simple eyes.
Bask in heavenly glow,
happening since long ago.
Colors reflect on ice,
Sun will come in a trice.
After strange worlds have shown,
Man walks contentedly home.