Of All the Planets

In the infinitely vast universe,
Planets known and unknown
Dot the sky
And other planets’ skies
Like grains of sand by the sea.

Planets topped with red sand and dust
Or streaked with silver ice
Or as large as fear.

Planets made purely of rock: cold, gray, and unforgiving.

Planets without a surface, only misty gasses
Of every color possible
Or impossible.

On some planets, diamonds rain from the sky.
A spectacular, shimmering waterfall of diamonds
Flowing down,
To adorn the otherwise drab planet’s surface.

A few lucky planets get frequent acid rain.

My favorite planet to stroll upon,
If only in my imagination,
Is surely not the most stunning one.

It’s not the smallest
Or the largest
And it doesn’t rain anything special.

It’s mostly blue.
A deep, glittering, rolling, foaming blue
Without rhyme or reason.

Green shyly pokes its head through
Along with brown, and tipped in brilliant white.
In some places,
Fiery crimson dances a wild, pleading, mournful dance
Which fills summer with such sorrow that it hangs its head and walks away.

If, in my thoughts, I can think up a mountain,
I sit there a while and hum the music of the stars.
It’s a nice mountain, sure,
Majestic as they come on this lowly planet
But a better one
Could easily be found
Not too many light years away.

Sitting there,
With my thoughts
And earth between my toes
I stare transfixed at the heavens,
At all the planets
Twirling, chanting, singing, calling.
Then I shake my head at their folly.

I lay down
And close my eyes, content.
Because, of all the planets
In the infinitely vast universe,
None begin to compare
To the one I call my own.

--Ellie M., 7th-8th Grade