Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves An echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand And everything is green and submarine.
And no one called us to the land And no one knows the where's or why's Something stirs and something tries Starts to climb toward the light.
Monday, February 25, 2013
Was going to wait for the linkee-poo, but ZOMG! (Pointed to by John)
You can read the explanation at the youtube page here. It's raining plasma along lines in the magnetic field of the sun.