Day 29 – The Garden

There’s a secret garden that I know
Where dandelions and planets grow

The first are fairly standard, the latter not so much
They’re incredibly well-mannered – They’ll even let you touch
Their dusty rings and tiny moons – their stars and comets too
Just stay clear of their atmosphere, or I’ll beat you black and blue

Without it, they will wither and fade
Until they burst into violent flames
At which time a heavy price is paid
As no other planet in the garden remains

They’re linked, you see, like family
And bound together in tragedy
When one is lost, the others follow
And all the dandelions are left to wallow
In sorrow, in pity, and, finally, in fear
For without a planet, their end too is near

So pretty. Too bad we’re making a mess of it.


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