There's no such thing as a falling star,

According to what I hear,

You're looking at a remnant of

A Comet from yesteryear

 

The tail of a Comet leaves behind

A trail of ice and rock debris,

That the Earth, in orbit, passes through,

making quite a sight to see.

 

Earth's Gravity takes over,

And pulls the objects near,

Soon they start to heat and burn

As they pass through our atmosphere.

 

The largest ones are Fireballs,

Bolides make a sound,

But, if they start out big enough,

Sometimes they reach the ground

 

In the past they've made huge craters,

There are many ancient pits,

But the Earth is mostly ocean,

We may not see them hit.

 

The Moon's a different story,

It has no atmosphere,

To protect it from a Meteor storm,

We can see the proof from here.

 

There's a calendar that tells us,

If a Meteor shower is due,

And if you can stay up late enough,

You might see quite a few.

 

My favorites are the Perseids,

There's Leonids and many more,

But bundle up warm 'cause it gets cold,

When you're up till Three or Four.

 

And remember that there's no such thing,

As a falling star,

Unless that comet was a part,

Of a Supernovae Star.

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