The cold waters lapping over me
The wintry air kissing me
The hard Sun shining on me
Even though it is prickly
It is a sensation like no other
A sweet, tingling feeling
That still continues to flow through me
As I swim through the fjord,
The high cliffs look down at me
The lush trees dot the scenery around me
The wind whispering in my ears
Even though it is bliss
It is a sensation of being overwhelmed
A hard, dark feeling
That still continues to flow through me
Over the nearing horizon
The sun slowly lies into its slumber
Only to be succeeded by someone else,
Waiting to take over
Whence the it closes its eyes
The heavens lie dark
And in the melancholy darkness are lit fires of hope
Only to be extinguished as it leaves it's abode
Finally as the ball of fire rises
Spreading its glory to corners of the world
Giving light to everyone
But leaves everyone blind
To the true beauty of the night.
