On the side of a hill in the deep forest green, tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground, blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain sleeps unaware of the clarion call. On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves washes the grave with silvery tears, a soldier cleans and polishes a gun. War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions, generals order their soldiers to kill and to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten
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.