Mothers
The center is the sun, the provider of warmth. The source of our life and with boundless gravity, she carries the orbits of her children. Planets orbiting around the fiery star, orbiting with each other and living in their continuing circular movement.
Wondrous spheres all perfectly round to the naked eye go the way of their own pulls. Mysterious forces all propelling stones and snowballs around mother sun. Fragments of ice that revolve around the giant planets, rings of reflections gathering around the masses of gas. Eight large orbs making their own way around, with their own moons and their own ways of self revolutions. Solid or transparent; volcanic or freezing; active or dying, the surfaces keep their shape and keep their paths.
Beginning perhaps four billion years or more before we were born. Paths that were shaped through collisions unknown, the Titans and Ceres began to appear. Volcanoes erupting and moons being made, an explosion of energy created the ways, says the big bang theory (a story from nowadays). Somewhere along the line the axis of Uranus tipped to its side, with Neptune along to see with his own eyes. Neptune, now the last in the line, who once perhaps had 14 moons, is now left alone as the outermost find.
Pluto, perhaps familiar with Neptune, remains alone regardless of stories and what anyone says. His orbit crossing Neptune’s way, Pluto’s path is observed to stray — and because he’s just so far, it seems he wants nothing to do with Sun anyway.
Fly close to the stars and your wings could melt, which Mercury knows or perhaps Hermes. Venus, Earths sister, and goddess of love is the home of volcanos and storms of thunder that can only be seen beyond her dense sulfur clouds. Her lover, Mars, once the god of fertility and vegetation, according to myth, now only knows war. Even further are Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus and Neptune, all in the colder parts, and with the most moons. But with a surface that our feet can’t step and distances our bodies can’t wait for, they live mostly in secrecy. With spectacular size, the beauties of their surface are a sight to observe — and our star, she shines on, without shadow or blemish. An unconditional output of light for her children and theirs, too. No way does she impose or impede. No way does she kill, influence, or feed for her need. In the center, she sits, and watches for eons. Planets, comets and meteors stray on. The spheres, the stones, ice and the iron, they’re all attracted to Sun and her fire. Within all the orbs that circle our star is the force that steadies their peace and their war.
