The Planets? Sweet ...
potassium fields
black dot in a fast orbit
that Winged Messenger
false paradise lost
acid rain drowning all eyes
pressure crushing souls
very noisy place
fights over fragments of earth
this our only home
landforms of giants
imagine picnicking in
those cold rusty sands
jolly creator
impressed with infinite storms
destroyer of worlds
thin bracelets of ice
sandy Bringer of Old Age
over methane seas
past dark frontiers
with Shakespearean children
tilted Magician
nitrogen streaked son
supersonic crystal winds
a Mystic outpost