Norway The Beautiful Poem by Rebecca Roeder

Norway the beautiful, how lovely thou are,
with your glistening crystal waters flowing like silk bed sheets
and bubbling, running through a mass of lush trees, long and far.
Forests are shrouded with cool mist and fog that meet
your skin, cause the hair on your arms to bristle because of the chill.
Lush beds of grass, a deep Virden, gleam like a field of crystal,
teardrops of the morning dew make the land ethereal.
The dark, rich brown of the tree bark provides divine contrast to the landskap.
The crystalline electric blue sky sprinkled with downy white clouds
glows as if possessing a halo.
The sun hides behind those pillowy clouds’ gap,
angel rays peek through to shine on the beauty below.
Remnants of the last snowfall sneak about at the darkest corners of the forest,
they are only visible when the angels’ rays meet it,
causing the snow to gleam like pearls.
And the wind, the strong, gusting wind,
unexpectedly whipping around the tourists,
carries the leaves far and away in flowing swirls.
Following the path of leaves, you see far off into the distance a ruined garden theatre.
The theatre made of stone is overgrown with
a dense cover of vines that trace delicate patterns along it’s sides.
And flowers, wild, lovely flowers, incite a feeling of languor.
Upon the hillsides,
the trees are swaying trance-like,
the flowers around them are swaying too
Trying to fly.
This is a magical world, so dreamlike.
The mystical, magical illusions stretch on forever,
until they meet the endless sky.
Ah, Norway the beautiful, how wonderful thou
art
The land of fantastical wonders and fairytales,
You will always be first in my heart.