Norway: A Symphony of Fjords
Through fjords that breathe of time and tide,
Where mountains kneel and souls abide.
In Oslo’s heart, the waters glow,
Glass and timber in moonlight flow,
The city hums a gentle art—
A pulse of peace, a poet’s heart.
Through Stryn’s embrace, the glaciers sing,
Blue veins of ice, eternal spring,
Reflections whisper, cold yet mild,
Of nature’s grace, untamed, beguiled.
In Bergen’s mist, where rainbows sleep,
The harbor sighs, the memories keep,
Bright wooden homes by ocean’s breath,
Sing songs of life defying death.
To Røros, carved in snow and stone,
A copper town with dreams its own,
Each timber wall, each frozen hue,
Holds warmth the arctic winds once knew.
And Tromsø wakes beneath the light,
The Northern Crown ignites the night,
Auroras dance—celestial chords,
A symphony of souls and fjords.
Through silence vast and skies that burn,
The heart of Norway beats in turn—
A hymn of earth, of ice, of flame,
A timeless song that none can name.
— Meenakshi Singh
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