Northern Lights

NORTHERN LIGHTS

Way up North where Santa lives

And magic is everywhere;

Where snow and ice

Have to suffice

And frigidity fills the air,

There's a little machine

That few have seen

It works on winter nights.

It rolls and churns

And spins and turns

And creates the Northern Lights!

And here is an illustration

That captures this wondrous thing.

Can't you see the swirls

And ripples and curls

Of the manufacturing?

From the heart of this wondrous motor

See the ribbons of light go forth!

Soon they will fly

Up to the sky

And entrance the folk up North.

Like magic they'll flow and flutter,

Like magic they'll swoop and spread,

And the rich dark night

Will be filled with light

Dancing up overhead!

Another piece of sky-whimsy here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-just-recovered-from-my-second.html