Tor Magnor Solvang

The stars are scattered, dust of light,
Across a velvet, endless night.
A universe so vast and deep,
Where secrets sleep, and planets keep
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Sixty-six stories, a river so wide,
One message whispers, deep inside.

From Eden's dawn to Heaven's bright door,
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Secrets hidden for so long,
Stories whispered, right or wrong.
Now a light begins to gleam,
Old ties kept, behind the scene.
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A whispered word, on Patmos' shore,
John saw a King, forevermore.

Not just a past, a story told,
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From cradle small to final rest,
A lesson learned, a constant quest.
Life's gentle school, where we all grow,
A winding path, both high and low.
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A pine stands tall, a friend I see,
Along the path, just like me.
Roots run deep, I feel it too,
Connected close to sky so blue.
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A truck driver named Larry, bold and bright,
Had a dream that took flight, a funny sight.
A lawn chair, balloons, forty and five,
He thought he'd gently rise, just to thrive.
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Not gold or things we leave behind,
Define the worth we truly find.
Not houses grand, nor pockets deep,
But seeds of kindness that we keep.
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A seed in earth, a tiny sprout,
Wants sunshine, pushing doubts
Away from shade, towards the light,
A change it makes with all its might.
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In forests old, where shadows creep,
A war unfolds, while settlers sleep.
French fight with English, red men too,
For land and power, old and new.
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A path so clear, a light so bright,
No shadows there to cause a fright.
One choice sings, the others fade,
An easy answer, gently made.
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A path so clear, a light so bright,
No shadows there to cause a fright.
One choice sings, the others fade,
An easy answer, gently made.
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The world throws shadows, twists and lies,
And unfair hands reach for the skies.

But one true treasure, bravely hold,
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The question hangs, a friendly air,
'How are you? ' light and free of care.
Yet deep inside, a shadow lies,
A story hidden from their eyes.
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Longboats sailed, a stormy ride,
Irish women, snatched from their side.
Across the waves, a fearful trip,
Held captive in a Viking ship.
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The sun goes down, so soft and low,
Fire's glow starts to show.
Warm night air, a gentle breeze,
Rustling leaves up in the trees.
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The water sleeps, quiet and still,
The sun's last light, a golden spill.
A late summer night, soft and low,
Makes every nerve begin to glow.
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The sun shines down, on rich and poor,
A beggar's hand, a palace door.
The wind it blows, on queen and clown,
Some wear a smile, some wear a frown.
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The sun, a heart, in skies so wide,
Reflects my joy, my hidden pride.
The wind, a breath, a whispered plea,
Of change and loss, for you and me.
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A yellow burst in early spring,
Dandelion, a welcome thing.
For bees it's food, a buzzing treat,
For deer and birds, a tasty meet.
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