Mystical Phenomena In Nature Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Tiny lights that softly gleam,
Mushrooms glow, a waking dream.
Insects shine, a secret spark,
Invisible colors in the dark.

Bats can hear with waves unseen,
Mapping worlds, a silent scene.

Countless beetles flash as one,
Midnight dance has just begun.
A pulsing wave of golden light,
Breathing rhythm through the night.

Thousands shape a shifting cloud,
Moving fast without a sound.
A liquid wave across the sky,
A single mind, though thousands fly.

Sky ablaze with colors bright,
Sun's own magic in the night.
Birds can fly, a hidden guide,
Earth's own pull, where they will ride.

Trees can whisper, underground,
Sharing help, where life is found.
Aching roots reach out to heal,
Nature's kindness, they reveal.

Ash and mountain spit and cry,
Sparks fly upward to the sky.
Static screams in smoky air,
Lightning born in magma's lair.

Crashing waves of neon blue,
The ocean paints a neon hue.
Footsteps leave a starry trace,
The sea becomes an outer space.

So many wonders, still unknown,
Seeds of magic, softly sown.
Go outside, and look around,
In this world, on hallowed ground.

Care for it, and hold it dear,
This amazing world, so big and near.