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The Four Seasons

As I stare into the night,
I admire the star-packed sky.
The bright twinkling stars give out light,
Piercing the darkness for us to see by.

How different it is from the day,
When I enjoy the fresh morning air.
During the springtime in May,
Watching a happy, playful hare.

Flowers are starting to bloom,
The birds are singing in joy.
Springtime is a time of no gloom,
I am out to enjoy.

Soon spring turns into summer,
Away from the sun I turn.
In sweltering heat I murmur,
That I will suffer sunburns.

Summer turns into autumn,
The leaves are starting to fall.
The leaves turn colors: yellow and auburn,
Halloween ornaments deck the malls.
 
Autumn slides into winter,
Sparkling white snow for people to admire.
Everyone starts to collect timber,
To snooze by a cozy fire.

Into the cozy room I peep,
My little brother is sound asleep.

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The Milky Way Galaxy

Mysterious, vast collection of stars
Intriguing your curiosity, no more than a marvelous band of light
Lighting up the inky sky of the night
Killing smaller galaxies, colliding into them and tearing them apart
Years grouped in billions go by as stars die and new ones are born

Whizzing around it are the Large and Small Clouds of Magellan
And it is huge, like a giant white whirlpool of light in the ocean of darkness
Years, 3 billion before its dramatic end, colliding with the Andromeda galaxy

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The Solar System

Among his siblings Mercury is fast,
Compared to Neptune who is always last.
Venus is always extremely hot,
While life-supporting Earth has a comfortable spot.
Mars’ surface is very rocky,
About his size Jupiter is cocky.
Saturn is always surrounded by his rings,
While Uranus is strange because of many things.

With each other the planets compete,
With the special things each of them keeps.
And each of them has compensation,
For something each has wanted since its creation.

Mercury’s small size is compensated by his speed,
While Venus’ poisonous atmosphere makes beauty her greed.
Earth may be a planet considered small,
Yet this blue and green marble sustains all.
Mars is much smaller than Earth,
But canyons and mountains are his mirth.
Although Jupiter may take years to orbit the Sun,
His large size gives him lots of fun.
Saturn is inferior to Jupiter in more than one way,
But his lovely rings and moons surround him and he feels okay.
Uranus feels odd, spinning on his side,
Around the Sun, he is compensated by a lazy ride.
Though Neptune is known for his furious tides,
At least he does not roll on his side.

The planets orbit one of many stars,
Like the center of a racing track circled by cars.
They circle a yellow star having lots of fun,
Their parent star known as the Sun.

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Numbers

I have always wondered 
What the biggest and smallest number is. 
I thought about it 
And realized that numbers have no limits. 

There is no smallest number, 
Even on the negative side. 
You can continually add numbers 
And still not find the largest number. 

As for decimals, you can keep adding digits in the decimal places 
As many as you wish 
Numbers know no limits 

Numbers are eternal.

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Saturn, Bringer of Old Age

Bringer of Old Age 
Saturn, that's what you always were 
You move quite slowly 

At a snail's pace 
Twenty-nine point forty-six 
Years, orbit the Sun 

Named after a god 
Within the Roman pantheon 
Of farming and TIME

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Saturday

Saturday
Taking f-o-r-e-v-e-r to glide into Sunday at midnight
Is named after the planet Saturn
Circled by a halo of several rings
So it is sometimes known as
The jewel of a GIANT race track which, stretching for millions and
Billions of kilometers
Is the Solar System
Which is why people who love jewels of any type
Should love Saturdays

And everybody should know where the days of the week came from
So that they will not groan
On every Sunday night and Monday morning
And struggle through long, dreary Tuesdays and Wednesdays
And Thursdays as well
And be happy only on Friday evenings, Saturdays and Sundays
For all seven have a special meaning each
Whether or not they want to accept this strange fact
Saturday is not the king of the week
And Sunday helps to keep Saturday more like the other days
By being another day of rest, just like Saturday

But it has also been said that
Saturday is named after 
The Titan in Roman mythology called Saturn
Whose name is shared with the ring decorated planet 
The god of agriculture and
The Bringer of 
Old Age
Thus Saturday is named after the god of time
Saturn’s day
Is on the last of seven days in the week
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and finally,
Saturday

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Saturn, the Bringer of Old Age

Saturn, you take a very long time to orbit the Sun 
29.46 years 
You were the slowest moving object known in ancient times 
They who observed you didn't have telescopes 

Saturn, they thought you were the slowest planet 
They didn't know about Uranus and Neptune 
They saw you as taking longer than your brothers and sisters 
To revolve around your parent star  

Saturn, you were named after the Roman god of agriculture, and time 
Because of your slowness 
Thought of as Old Father Time 
You were thought to bring old age and death 

Saturn, you are 
The Bringer 
Of 
Old Age

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Neptune

Neptune boasts the strongest winds 
And the wildest storms 
Deep blue Neptune 
Similar to the sea on a stormy day 
Its angry, uncontrollable storms 
Make Neptune perfect for its name 
  
Cold, light-hours away and uninviting 
Neptune holds many secrets 
Only a fraction of which have been made known to man 
Such as its faint, dusty and icy rings 
And companions as icy and unfriendly as their planet 
  
We’d better leave this bad-tempered planet alone 
As bad-tempered as the god from whom it took its name 
We don’t want to go near 
An icy surface where the most powerful storms ever existed

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The Sky

When the sky is furious 
He whips up storms in the air, on land and water 
These terrifying disasters. 

When the sky is full of sorrow 
He sheds his tears 
And sometimes he will yell out his curse on humanity 
And strike himself. 
In his grief, he will destroy both the guilty and innocent 
He will make them inaccessible and leave them no hope 
And drown them in his tears of sorrow 
Which fall from his white, fluffy soul 
A giant waterfall of grief.  

After crying away all his anguish, 
The clouds are gone. 
The sky's soul is no more 
The sadness of the sky has killed him 
And only the sun can bring his soul back 
By summoning water to the dead, gray sky. 

When the sky is cheerful 
He radiates blue to represent tranquility and peace 
His lively pure earth-surrounding soul 
Dances and shares in the joy of the people below 
The white of clouds represents purity from wrongdoing 
The sky celebrates.

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The Sun

A bright, blinding disc,
Impossible to miss. 
Only during the day, 
When kids are out to play. 

It radiates warmth and love, 
Shining with brilliance from above. 
Children squeal and dogs bark, 
All in the beauty of the park. 

Without the sun life would've been a dream, 
Instead we have cool, purified streams. 
Some of which came from water in the drain, 
Which evaporated and came down as rain!  

The sun is our companion and our friend, 
Who will be with us till the very end. 
Without it we have no life, no fun, 
So spend lots of time with our friend the sun!