In skies of twilight's tender hue,

Where stars embrace the evening blue,

A dance begins, a sight so grand,
The waltz of light across the land.

Aurora, maiden of the night,

With gown of shimmer, pure and bright,
She weaves her ribbons, green and gold,
In mystic tales, her wonders unfold.

From Arctic realms to southern shores,

Her ethereal splendor soars,
A symphony of hues aglow,
In whispered secrets, she bestows.

With gentle grace, she paints the air,

A canvas vast, beyond compare,
Her silent song, a soft refrain,
In every heart, it leaves its stain.

Oh, Aurora, celestial muse,

In your embrace, we find our clues,
To mysteries untold, we cling,
As through the night, your colors sing.

So let us dream beneath your light,

In awe of your enchanting flight,
For in your dance, we find our way,
Beneath the stars, where dreams hold sway.