I thought I saw Vulcan,
Between you and her,
But you have no moons
And Vulcan wasn't there.
You passed across the face of the sun,
And returned home bruised,
You were soft on the outside
With iron inside you.
I thought the leaves fell
From your patient trees,
But your autumn never comes
And your summer never leaves.
Maybe you're always going to be
The smallest.
Maybe you'll never be
The warmest.
Maybe your days will last years,
Your seasons will never pass,
And your precious metals will stay put,
But you'll be
Closer
Faster
Tougher
Than the rest
YOU ARE READING
Planets
PoetryPoems about each of the planets (and the sun and moon- they're not planets but just roll with it)
