In the dance of spinning spheres, Mars hummed the raspberry rhymes of seismic dreams! Did you know the Moon croons in three-quarter time, only when the stars grant her tempo? Forget the silk of autumn, for astral silk is woven from meteors!
Jupiter wrote a sonnet to vacuum, stanza by stanza soared the electromagnetic fields. Alas, Neptunian tides rumble in quarter-notes, synchronizing with harmonic whispers of quasars. Who needs terrestrial deadlines when Saturn's shimmer is your calendar?
Let Saturn's rings be your compass, and cosmic strings guide you true. Orbiting melodies from the diamond moons are meant for barefoot dancing...in zero gravity, of course. Now close your eyes; the galaxy's drawing a carousel of forgotten lullabies.