Black holes are consuming nigh
Everything to see
Galactic mess of stars and stuff
All that would ever be.
Neptune sings ‘bout winds and death
While Saturn sings along,
Its rings are light and made of ice
As Jupiter stands strong.
Eight planets (perhaps nine) or so
Could wrap around the sky!
Their beauty is as unmatched as
Venus’ clouds up high.
Empty dark with rocks that fly
Down to our steady lands
This earth, this sky, this ground well meant
Can’t burn it all to shreds
At the start of all we see
The sun’s rays never cease
Until it goes, like us, like those
Like me who’d be at peace.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 8:35 AM UTC
Black holes are consuming nigh
Everything to see
Galactic mess of stars and stuff
All that would ever be.
Neptune sings ‘bout winds and death
While Saturn sings along,
Its rings are light and made of ice
As Jupiter stands strong.
Eight planets (perhaps nine) or so
Could wrap around the sky!
Their beauty is as unmatched as
Venus’ clouds up high.
Empty dark with rocks that fly
Down to our steady lands
This earth, this sky, this ground well meant
Can’t burn it all to shreds
At the start of all we see
The sun’s rays never cease
Until it goes, like us, like those
Like me who’d be at peace.
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