The aurora lights come as nature's carnival dance. They flow over the sky in brilliant waves. It is as if God wrote "hope" in the sky with electric-neon crayons and asked them to dance.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 18, 2019.

The lights danced across the dark sky, each color slowly fading into another. The frosty winter air bit my skin, and my neck was aching from tilting my head back to see the auroras, but I could care less. The lights were beautiful, swaying and changing and illuminating the world. They could make the grinch's heart melt. Their glow, their shine, everything about them was beautiful.

By phoenix, June 29, 2014.

Hanging in the sky above us was the aurora borealis. Like a brilliant pink road, it snaked through the air and disappeared behind the trees, a darker purple aura clinging to one side of it. The lights shimmered and stretched, growing and receding, striving and shrinking. One moment the light was a singular thing, a path to heaven, the next moment it was a collection of many, an army made of light marching ever northward.

By fnic97, June 29, 2014.

Found in Forever, authored by Maggie Stiefvater.