Written in 8th grade.
The blackness of Space,
the final frontier.
A comet, with its orange streaks,
passes by.
The planets spin around a star,
our Sun.
The tiny white dots that litter the darkness,
those little lamps, our stars.
The smell of gases and dust fill the sky.
A loud explosion, light years away.
A star says farewell. A supernova takes its place.
Now Red Giants or White Dwarfs
appear.
The little specks around our Earth,
Man-made satellites,
not including the moon.
Nebulas, stars being born, but
not in cots, they.
And I wonder,
what else goes on
up there?
