There is coldness in the night air
Just two weeks ago it wasn't thereI now sit shivering in the dark
For Aurora Borealis to make its mark
But nothing is seen in a crimson sky
Too far south is the explanation why
Perhaps one day when my travels are done
I will have seen the sight made by the sun
In plume and burst and particles spawn
I will take a night and sit unto dawn
For the solar wind to blast the earth
See a magnetic sight and count its worth
Frederic Edwin Church's 1865 painting "Aurora Borealis" from Wikipedia
