In the realm where sight is blind,

Infrared whispers tales behind,

Beyond the seven hundred crests,

In spectral quietude, we quest.

A near-IR laser, dim red glow,

Its deceptive brightness in tow.

Perilous to gaze at its fierce light,

In obscurity's shroud, it ignites.

Even pulses at a thousand and fifty,

Under peculiar conditions, they drift swiftly.

Unseen they thrive, yet they're alive,

In our world, they silently strive.

So, look beyond what eyes can see,

In the grand cosmic spree.

In the realm of the infrared, uncharted,

Lies the universe's true-hearted.