The Midnight Sun Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The day, it stretches long and bright,
The sun, a slow, warm, golden light.
It dips towards the ocean's edge,
A promise on the watery ledge.

Then, wait a bit, a sudden pause,
It turns around, by unseen laws.
And climbs back up, a fiery gleam,
Awakening a summer dream.

The light grows strong, a happy sigh,
For creatures low and creatures high.
On land they stir, in water too,
A brand new day, fresh and true.

In lands of frost, where shadows creep,
The midnight sun, a friend to keep.
A welcome warmth, a shining face,
Bringing life to that cold place.