Romantic, isn't it? The giant, blue, ice-cold Air flurries, quickly Hydrogen and helium Methane ice - like an oddly- flavored slushie, likely unpalatable But surely nice to see So far from Helios' reach A blizzard of cerulean rushes across A mass so great It would require Herculean strength To move her but an inch Mathematically predicted And there she was A beautiful, azure conclusion To our solar system