Multiplied planets, galaxies in space,
Ribbons of stars and nebulas of lace.
Orbits on journey of sequential order,
Infinite visions, no boundaries nor border.
Expanding, contracting, joining together,
Colors of gases and clouds of great weather.
Some hot and some cold, the rhythm of seasons.
We wonder and argue the rhyme and the reasons.
Pausing with awe and staring to space,
With honor and reverence embracing the grace,
Of beautiful planets that spin as if dancing,
In pinpoints of light that shimmer entrancing.
We bask in the mystery, revel in sight,
Of things yet unseen in still darkest night.
Quietly yearning to hear future’s news,
We hear angel’s whisper….there’s nothing to lose.
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