In the outer reaches of

Our Solar family

Lies the mighty planet, Neptune

Blue-green as the Sea

 

He prefers to drift along

And just beyond our view

Like His famous, Sea-God, namesake

Swimming in the blue

 

Clouds of freezing crystals hide

His surface down below

A hostile, frozen landscape of

Methane ice and snow

 

Unseen arms reach out to hold

A Triton at His side

Actually, a mighty moon that

Circles Him with pride

 

Closer to His swirling clouds

Of brilliant green and blue

Little Nereid, tiny moonlet

Circles, slowly, too

 

If we ever visit Him

(If we should be so bold)

The tour would take us forty years,

Coming back quite old

 

I can, better, spend my time

Than drift in space for years

I’m content to watch Him through a

Telescope from here.

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