Solar Companions

Representational Picture

There you live not all alone,

O Sun, gold and bright!

Many more companions, you are not alone

O Sun, gold and bright!

 

Let me name them one by one,

With name and colour so have some fun.

Eight dear friends surround you,

You in the centre and they around you.

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Close to you is grey Mercury,

Closest orbit it holds for you.

With peace and silence it surrounds you,

Close to you is grey Mercury.

 

Hotter than Mercury, thirsty of water

Brightest yellow made by the Potter.

It is Venus, the morning star,

It is Venus, the evening star.

 

Dancing with herself and around you

Is blue blue Earth, there for you.

Millions of lives under her moon

Are afraid of you at noon.

 

Cold, dusty, rocky Mars

With two moons Deimos and Phobos

Reddish reddish reddish Mars

Smiling at you in every pass.

 

Sixty three moons shimmer on him

Hydrogen and helium are plenty in him

Great Red Sport making him grim

Giant, orange Jupiter with a wide brim.

 

Saturn is the sixth one,

Dancing in rings with great fun.

Unique among all the eight

Brown in colour is your mate.

 

Uranus dances with twenty one moons

Sings in rings with subtle tunes

With size of Neptune and colour of Earth

Circumambulates around you in eternal mirth.

 

Though far and cold is your blue Neptune,

Yet obeys you with its every moon.

Strong winds ruffle on this icy giant

Bright blue Neptune your distant mate.

 

So, there you live not all alone

O Sun, gold and bright!

Eight dear companions, you not alone

O Sun, gold and bright!

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