Finally, we get to the core of the Classical Planets, watching Fay Roberts talk about the Sun.
We have a thousand names, we die each night
and then return to bring life to the land
our greatest gifts are knowledge – heat and light
united to help people understand
that hiding from our gaze will never work –
we dominate the sky from end to end
and our devoted fans would never shirk
from nominating those whom we must mend.
See, scientists and poets know the score:
that where we love too deep we surely hurt
the innocents who otherwise might soar
but plucked they plummet to their just desert.
They know that, given time, we’ll swell and burn
all those who stayed nearby done to a turn…
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| Narcissus sundiscs, because sometimes you have to obey the first thing out of the Google search algorithm. Image from the Thomas & Morgan gardening site. |
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