White sand stretches, long and wide,
Mountains rise, a fjord beside.
Seagulls cry, a lonely sound,
Waves crash soft, all around.
No hot sun, no tropic heat,
Rainbows arch, a colorful treat.
Most days are gray, a gentle hue,
But beauty hides, in morning dew.
Midsummer sun, a midnight gleam,
Paints the sky, a waking dream.
Summer nights, a light so grand,
The fairest beauty in the land.
Norway calls, a rugged shore,
Northern Norway, and so much more.
Come and see, this magic place,
Where nature smiles, with gentle grace.
T.M.Solvang
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