The Goldilocks Zone

Planets churn around the sun spinning on gravity wands like campfire marshmallows and only one is perfectly bronzed. A ladle of life pouring into a blue pond overflowing onto the emerald land petaled paths guiding the footfall of man. Other orbs burning to hot or to cold but may yet have their day in the sun, be perfectly bronzed like a king's battle crown lying on a crystal blessed beach in the Goldilocks zone.