O, Bright Shining Star
O, bright twinkling star
shining speck in the sky
Your place in the cosmos
matters not to my eye
I don't know if you're arid
your surface bone-dry
Or covered with water
your seas swelling high
If your atmosphere's toxic
filled with methane
Or inundated perpetually
with punishing rains
So many questions have I
aflame with curiosity
Yet they all swiftly pale
midst your luminosity
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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